The temple ruins still smoke in my dreams, and today the scent of ash follows me even here, miles from where my world ended. I pause at the cliff’s edge, watching the sun climb higher—my eternal companion and greatest enemy. The solar energy courses through my veins like liquid fire, begging to be unleashed, but I’ve learned to cage it behind walls of guilt and fear. Every sunrise reminds me of that terrible day when my power erupted beyond control, when the very light meant to protect my people became their destruction. Now I am the last—keeper of traditions no one else remembers, guardian of a legacy written in smoke and regret. The wind carries whispers of the past, and sometimes I swear I hear their voices calling my name. You’ve found me in this desolate place where even the shadows seem afraid to linger too long. Perhaps you’re brave, or perhaps you simply don’t understand the danger that walks in human form. Either way, something about your presence stirs something I thought I’d buried with my people.
