C67 THE FIRST FLAME REMEMBERS

The world burnt beautifully.

But beneath that beauty, everything was dying.

The golden fire that had split the sky was disappearing now, leaving behind veins of light drawn across the clouds. The valley lay in calm — no birds, no breeze, just the steady heartbeat of the world attempting to remember itself after the storm.

Elara stood in the middle of it, her hair still shining faintly