The Beast of Smoke

From embers it rises, a creature of shifting veils. Claws form, dissolve, and return as mane and eyes flicker, never still. Presence without capture, power without weight — it is apparition made sovereign. To see it is to lose it; to chase it is to grasp nothing but air.

To hold this Frequency is to awaken the sovereignty of vision that escapes possession. The Beast of Smoke teaches that strength does not depend on permanence, but on what defies capture. Power here is fleeting, elusive, and eternal in its refusal to be bound.