The Children of WarmthThe morning broke like a sigh of light.Mist drifted above the rivers Lyra and the Flame Child had sung into being; every drop glowed faintly, as though remembering the rhythm that shaped it.They stood together on the hill where dawn was born, silent, watching the world breathe.Between them hung the quiet that follows creation—the hush after a song finds its final note.And in that hush, something moved.---The First StirringA shimmer rippled through the valley.It began as heat rising from the earth, a pulse of gold and red winding through the grass.Then came the sound—soft, uncertain, like a heartbeat learning its own rhythm.Lyra turned toward it, her eyes widening.From the warmth between sunlight and flame, figures began to form.At first, they were only outlines of light.Then, slowly, the outlines deepened into shape—shoulders, hands, faces filled with wonder.They were luminous but solid, their skin the color of dawn.When they opened their eyes, th
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