
"At the edges of the making and unmaking, Earth awakened from her sleep. Deep waters flowing free and true, Water birthed the seed."
"Then hungers crept with threats of blight, fear took hold the hand. The River's course was seized and bound, silence claimed the land. They dam her songs with gilded lies, they split her truth in two."
"Seed to sapling, young to wise, so grew the mighty Oak. Roots drinking deep of living flow, Crowns reaching for the light. Along her edge the Bank arose, root and soil entwined—to hold her course through flood and drought, to keep her true in time."
"The River's voice was soft with need, her waters thin with strain. The Bank looked up to empty sky and called for strength again. Soon fires arose upon the wind, in answer to her call. From ash and ember wings unfurled—the Phoenix at her side. Across the mountains' shadowed rim came footsteps slow and sure. A Bear emerged from caves of stone, a patient, ancient cure."
"The Phoenix sang of rising suns, of worlds remade by flame. The Bear spoke low of keeping watch, of honor's steadfast name. They knelt beside the weary Bank, their gifts in balance cast—to guard, to cleanse, to give the flow a strength that would not pass."
"Still not all hearts remember grace; old hungers stir once more. Building walls of stone and greed to choking evermore. They claim the flow for their own hands committing thefts anew."
"With flame to burn corruption's hold, with strength to guard the land, they break the dams and heal the banks—returned the water's reach. May the River's song rise clear once more, its silver threads unbound. Together bound by vow and flow, they guard what must remain—that every seed may find its light, and life renew again."
"So moves the oath from age to age, through drought, through flood, through time. The River, Bank, and Living Oak, their covenant sublime. When waters falter, when fires fade, the Keepers still endure—for balance born of flame and home keeps life secure."