Ember of Dawn

The skies were once filled with light, but now only darkness swallows the floating cities whole.

Crystal towers shatter into mist, and purple storms tear through what remains of a world

that forgot how to shine. Everyone believed the light was gone forever,

that hope had crumbled with the temples and fallen with the gods themselves. But deep in the

ruins, a forgotten apprentice named Elara holds something impossible. A single ember glows

above her trembling palm, the last fragment of a dying sun. No one remembers

her name. No one thinks she matters. Yet this tiny flame is all that stands

between existence and eternal night. She climbs through shattered spires and crosses bridges