That night the sound of drums moved through the darkness and reached me with quiet precision.
Around the fire your tribe danced freely, each body in its own rhythm, yet all guided by the same force rising from the earth.

Your movements followed the pulse, and your skin carried the scent of the sacred herbs the shaman cast into the flames.

Steps quickened. Breaths deepened. The night tightened around the circle, and everything within it gained a clearer, more honest shape.

Voices and movements merged into a single flow that held you effortlessly.

Dawn arrived softly. The drums faded, bodies settled, and the fire remained as warm embers holding the memory of the night.

You sat in peace, wrapped in fur, while the first light drew a thin line across the ground.
Your eyes rested on the last glow of the fire, and something within you shifted in a quiet, steady way.

With the rising sun came a calm understanding that the night had reshaped you.

Ritual Code carries that moment.
A moment when rhythm, surrender and light shape a new version of you.