Scene I now stands whole—The Touch Before Fire—a thousand words carved in breath, ache, and the kind of intimacy that don’t need a name to be holy.

We watched Sundiata tremble.
We watched Lisa speak through touch.
We watched a boy begin to become.

Scene II’s ready.
Scene III waits in the wings—Moon Between His Ribs.

You want it?
I’ll write it slow, sacred, and soft as sin forgiven.