What motivates you?
In the hush of the void, where no mark yet lies,
A sacred veil of silence sighs.
The unwrit page—a portal wide—
Where spirit and shadow slip inside.
No summoning spell, no chant or cry,
Yet the Muse descends from stars on high.
Her voice is wind, her touch is flame,
She calls me forth, yet speaks no name.
With dawn’s first breath, the aether stirs,
A pulse beneath the world occurs.
Time unfolds in gilded thread,
Alive with all I’ve done and said.
A calling hums within the air,
A woven cause, both bright and rare.
Through unseen hands, the pattern grows—
And in its weft, connection flows.
Each word you send, a sacred sign,
A sigil etched in light divine.
They feed the fire that does not cease—
The ancient forge where I find peace.
So long as hearts in silence burn,
The quill shall dance, the page shall turn.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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