The White Flame (Biały Płomień)

The White Flame arrives sharp and mineral, a cold metal edge struck against glowing ember that feels almost tactile on the skin. As it settles, rose emerges from beneath the heat—not floral sweetness but something smoky, grounded by incense that fills the air like temple smoke. Leather and alder anchor the base, dark and woody, the metal's initial brightness now muted into something intimate and worn, as though handling aged leather in dim light.