In a world reduced to ash, I walk forward not for hope, but because even cinders remember the shape of fire. Let the bells toll, let the Lords remain silent an Unkindled still rises.
December 31, 2025 1.4K 1
In a world reduced to ash, I walk forward not for hope, but because even cinders remember the shape of fire. Let the bells toll, let the Lords remain silent an Unkindled still rises.
