Once, time was a garden. We lived by breath and tide—not by dread. Then Saturn fell, and time became a burden. But myths turn like seasons. The Golden Age was never lost. It waits in how we breathe, how we rest, how we choose to live… now.

This is not a fire to chase. It is a fire to carry. Not as proof. Not as performance. But as a vow that remembers the water it rose from and the hands it will require.

Is God man or spirit? Flame or footstep? In this deeply personal meditation, Adonis reflects on sacred texts, mythic echoes, and his mother’s questions to explore a God who walks, hides, speaks—and stays. A poetic offering for those who seek the divine in both form and mystery.