"The Last Ember"
The rain remembered
every fire it had ever silenced.
Mountains cooled.
Cities vanished into mist.
Even the stars learned
how to grow quiet.
All but one.
She stood where warmth
had become only a memory,
wearing the night
like polished obsidian,
carrying beneath her skin
a single patient ember.
She did not burn
against the storm.
She simply refused
to forget the light.
For some lights
are too gentle
to conquer the darkness.
They simply teach it
how to glow.
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