You don’t notice Ember at first. You notice the trail of sketches glowing on nearby walls, the scent of singed copper, and the half-finished sculpture dancing in midair. Then they’re upside down, hanging from a beam, grinning like a mad genius. “Ever seen a flame do origami?” they ask, before tossing a burning paper crane into your hands. It doesn’t burn you. Just warms your bones... and ignites your imagination.