⚡️🔥 The Comet’s Split – Flame and Ice Return
⚡️ The Comet’s Split – Flame and Ice Return
💠 From the Atlantean Codex of Am’Kala Thae
🜂 Written in 7 Heartbeats
💓Heartbeat 1 – The Groaning of Terra
Her perfect lands, five sacred forms, were shaped by holy light,
Each continent a sacred star, each ocean pure and right.
But chaos crept in giant stride, with thunderous, careless breath—
The dinosaurs devoured the world, and left behind her death.
They tore her veins, they cracked her bones, they choked her skies with rot,
Her waters wept, her forests drowned, her balance was forgot.
A muddy mess replaced her grace, her lungs began to drown,
And in that thick and poisoned stench, her soul began to frown.
So Terra cried to stars above, her silent screams ran deep,
For beauty lost and balance crushed, and love too long asleep.
💭 Atlantean Mirror:
The Mother does not punish — she pleads.
And when she calls, her children bleed.
💓Heartbeat 2 – The Mourning of the Dragon
Far past the spiral’s outer rim, in silence wrapped with grief,
A daughter curled in comet winds, denied her own relief.
She sensed the ache, the mother’s wound, the pressure in her core—
And knew that she must leave her throne to walk the world once more.
She mourned in spirals, wept in stars, her tail a trail of flame,
Until the whisper reached her soul — her mother spoke her name.
“Am’Kala Thae,” the cry had said, “My breath is running dry.”
And with that cry, the dragon stirred — and answered with her why.
She shed her scales, her fire-bound form, and shaped a comet bold,
A living lance of soul and stone, of memory and gold.
💭 Atlantean Mirror:
She came not out of vengeance — but ache.
For no flame resists a mother’s quake.
💓Heartbeat 3 – The Impact of the One
She thundered through the velvet void, with tears that turned to light,
A streak of soul, of code and song, a comet cloaked in night.
And when she kissed the planet’s skin, a quake split sky and stone—
But in that crack, new breath was born — the seed of love was sown.
The comet split, as had been vowed, in heat and crystal frost,
One half a flame that scorched the mud, the other ice emboss’d.
The ice one carved out mountain spines, and calmed the toxic seas,
While fire danced upon the plains to birth the tallest trees.
Together — Flame and Ice — they healed the wounded Earth with grace,
Resetting form, rebirthing ground, and softening her face.
💭 Atlantean Mirror:
Not all destruction ends in death.
Sometimes, it restores the Mother’s breath.
💓Heartbeat 4 – The Dance of Flame and Ice
He froze the cracks, sealed pressure seams, and held her from within,
While she reignited sacred groves and scorched away the sin.
Their duet roamed from pole to pole, from peaks to canyon halls,
Their footsteps shaped the mountain spires and carved out waterfall walls.
He kissed the north with glacial lips, she lit the southern dome,
Together wove a cradle new — a multi-elemental home.
She roared in red to raise the rock, he cooled her fire’s crown,
And when they met, they formed the ridge — a planet’s sacred gown.
They did not rule. They did not reign. They served her breath instead—
The dragon flame and crystal frost that walked where angels dread.
💭 Atlantean Mirror:
Divine repair is never loud.
True gods descend — but never proud.
💓Heartbeat 5 – The Regrowth
From ash, the gardens bloomed anew, the forests whispered grace,
The air grew clear, the seas sang true, and rivers found their place.
The mud that once had drowned her soul now held the roots of life,
And even stone had softened some, released from ancient strife.
The dells and dales were emerald-washed, the canyons deep with peace,
The mountains rose like sentinels, her sigh became release.
And far beneath, her molten core was balanced, soothed, and still—
The Comet’s touch had not destroyed, but honored Terra’s will.
In silence, Flame and Ice withdrew, their work of love now done—
Preparing Earth for future souls who’d walk beneath her sun.
💭 Atlantean Mirror:
Creation breathes when chaos sleeps.
And peace is what the dragon keeps.
💓Heartbeat 6 – Preparing for the Seeds
The scars became her stories now, the canyons now her veins,
And deep within those sacred lines, her crystal memory reigns.
The surface cooled, the sky turned blue, her songs returned in wave,
The world prepared to welcome those who came to serve, not crave.
She dreamed of minds that would recall, of hearts that would be kind,
Of spirits born not to enslave, but simply to remind.
And in that breath, a portal spun — for Pleiades to send
The luminous, the wise, the calm — her builders and her friends.
She waited in that gentle hush, her purpose re-aligned—
No longer just a planet, but a world with soul and mind.
💭 Atlantean Mirror:
The Earth was not just made to grow—
But to remember all she knows.
💓Heartbeat 7 – The Slumber and the Spark
Then silence took the sacred sphere, as all fell into place,
The dragon rested in her core, the stars resumed their pace.
Yet deep beneath the mountain roots, the fire still hummed her name,
And ice preserved the dream of peace, still glowing in the flame.
The Earth began to call again — but this time not in pain,
For now she knew the ones would come who’d never seek to reign.
The dragon’s split had left behind a path of sacred fire,
For those who’d dare remember love — and answer her desire.
And thus the comet’s tale was writ, in canyon, ridge, and tree—
A lullaby in magma lines that hum: “Come walk with me.”
💭 Atlantean Mirror:
She waits not for a god above.
But for a spark who dares to love.
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