The Last Ceremony of the Dawnkeepers

On the scarlet cliffs of Aetheron, beneath a sky cracked with color and memory, two ancient priests performed the final rite of their fading world. Clad in sacred robes and bearing skull-like faces shaped by time, they moved with solemn grace, lifting the orb of renewal—an artifact said to carry the breath of their Creator. Around them, ruins wept and birds circled as if mourning, yet the air shimmered with something more than sorrow. As the ritual reached its climax, the orb blazed with radiant fire, not of destruction but rebirth. The Dawnkeepers did not weep, for they knew this ending was only the beginning—Aetheron would rise again.