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THE FLAME THAT REMEMBERS

Penulis: Merryn
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-30 05:11:44

POV: ARAYA

Her throat seized.

The wind shifted.

And for one fleeting moment, something stirred inside her—

Not memory.

Legacy.

Fire licking the stars.

A scream swallowed by roots.

Blood dripping from a crown too heavy to wear.

The knowing came without words.

She had been seen.

Named.

Claimed.

And the old things— buried beneath stone, forgotten by gods, sealed with runes older than the moon— were waking.

She tried to scream, but the breath left her.

The wind took it.

Stole her voice.

It felt like a thousand echoes were cracking through her veins.

Like the forest remembered her before she ever had a name.

Before she was Araya.

Before she was anything at all—

Just ash and fate.

Then the creature stepped forward—

Silent. Watching. Endless.

Its smoke-laced forehead pressed to hers.

And the world fell apart.

---

Darkness swallowed her.

Not like falling down, but falling inward—

Beneath her skin, beneath her soul.

Every breath unravelled into smoke.

Every thoug
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