Darkness. Then… shimmering fragments of falling sky. Floating. Distant echoes. Glowing spores.

You remember dying. You remember fire, and ruin, and a name you refused to forget. So why are you here?

✦ What do you reach for in the dark?

🗡️ The blade that burned Heaven’s decree.

🪷 The hand of someone you swore to protect.

🔮 The mirror that remembers who you were.

🧵 The thread that binds soul to soul.