They say there are Daos of fire, of wind, of sword and spirit.But the Dao of Desire… is different.
It doesn't blaze like fire. It doesn't slice like steel.It lingers. It whispers. It burns slowly until it owns you.
The Dao of Desire is not lust. Nor love.It is longing.That aching space between what you have and what your soul screams for.
It begins where silence is too loud.Where a single touch becomes unbearable.Where a thought loops in your mind until it blossoms into power.
This Dao cannot be taught.It can only be awakened.
Those who walk it feel more.Want more.And if they survive it…become something the heavens never intended.
— Fragment from a lost Sutra, sealed beneath crimson petals