C39 Tides That Know Her Name

The ocean stretched before them like a mirror, smooth and silver, its surface broken only by the echo of the flame’s rebirth. Waves struck the rocks below with reverence, as if the sea remembered her, too. Evelyne stood at the cliff’s edge, her cloak rippling in the salted breeze. The fire inside her was no longer a whisper, no longer restrained. It coursed through her veins like song