Inspired by the Book of Leviticus
And on the eighth day - a silence fell over the camp. The flames leapt forth, holy tongues of fire consuming, devouring the luscious offerings too good to leave. And the young men were too close, too close stumbling toward the orchard, eyes ablaze with zeal to the passionate embrace of the Endless. Perhaps they got what they wanted - souls ascending to the upper realms - after all, no one can gaze upon the Divine Face and live. The murmuration of holy beings reveals this secret: strange fire surrounds the throne still amber flashes dancing before the Ancient One.