An ever-burning, fiercely blazing tuft of hair. Shadows can be faintly seen dancing within the constantly changing flames.
When a flame ignites in the wilderness, the first tribe to master it becomes the ruler of the land.

Ancient paintings on eucalyptus bark, chronicling stories of the past. Pictures are the earliest form of writing, yet are always more direct than words.

A beautiful ring, with the warmth of fire and the curvature of a perfect circle. Like someone walking around a mountain, it forms a pattern that has both a beginning and an end, yet is endless. Just like a promise repeatedly fulfilled and like the long, arduous journey of the one who keeps it.