In the consuming dusk, the embers fell silent. They murmured secrets of old, tales bound in the ashes of forgotten tomorrows. Here lay the paradox: from fiery demise arose life anew, yet each flicker echoed the end, a bittersweet symphony of decay and creation.
Beneath this symphony, the shadows danced. They were the guardians of light’s last breath, devouring the brilliance with tender hunger. And as they enveloped the ember, a strange harmony was born—one not of conflict but of a relentless embrace.