The birth of fire

Akraxyz was born from noise. An explosion of ink, saliva, sweat, gunpowder, and chants long hidden in deep abysses, filled with apparent nothingness. It was born without permission, like fires and storms. After eternities of pained rage. As a response to the grief of all life, forced by absurdity to incarnate itself in ruins. On October 19, 2025, the planet gave birth to us amid smoke and laughter. And we will not die, because ideas do not bury their roots. We will burn. We will flourish. We will continue to explode. Taking advantage of every opportunity to sprout. We will bear fruit and scatter seeds. Untamed species gather to protect this chagra. We are a center of infinites in this universe, where beings find life and peace. Here there will be ab æterno. Air. Water. Earth. Fire. Vital Energy. Beauty. Structure. Freedom.