The nature of Black Fire is that it can be trained to dance to tell a tale or two. This is what we do. We entice the flames to lick and flick a certain tune to an end according to the prevailing wind. We fuel it. We fan it. We listen to it bend.
We pay no homage to the fallen temples, robbed. Contemplate the wick and the consuming flame and disregard all else; that rubble that is its fuel. The old ways are ABROGATE.
The map shows the layout of the first three tiers. Beyond that is beyond reason. The I3D REALMS will open only by tripping the tumblers spread throughout ASTRAL RIM. Perhaps you are too early. Perhaps too late. Perhaps just out of season. All in its own good time, as is this disclaimer in rhyme.
It begins by passing through the cobra's eye.
Then, keep in mind a spider's web is formed
by the thread turning back to attach again to itself.