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Long before fire belonged to mankind...
there was a flame that remembered every forgotten name.
It never burned wood.
It never consumed flesh.
It fed only on memories.
Once every century, a girl would hear it whisper her true name.
She would lift it gently into her hands...
and every moth in the forest would stop chasing the moon.
They would gather around her instead.
The elders warned never to answer when the flame called.
Because the moment it learns your true name...
someone else forgets it forever.
Some believe she carried the fire.
Others whisper...
the fire was carrying her.
โฆ Another page from the Forgotten Legends. ๐
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