Long ago, when the world was still young,
Humans lived without fire — cold in the dark, afraid of what they could not see.
Each night, the shadows crept in, and the people prayed,
“Who will bring us the light?”
The wolf said, “I will hunt for it.”
The eagle said, “I will fly to the sun.”
But only the owl, quiet and unseen, watched in silence.
One night, the owl flew higher than any bird,
To the mountaintop where the gods guarded the Flame of Knowing.
They said: Whoever nears the fire will be burned — for truth is not gentle.
But the owl did not fear.
It did not want fire for warmth.
It wanted fire to see — to see what others could not.
The owl perched before the sacred flame.
It did not cry out or demand.
It only watched… and listened.
And the flame, fierce and proud, grew still.
It left behind a spark in the owl’s eyes —
A gift of sight beyond the veil.
Since then, the owl has seen through shadow.
It became the keeper of forgotten knowledge,
The one who walks through darkness without losing its way.
The elders called it:
“Yuna Nashi” – The Night Whisperer
