/join Omashu 1. The fire needed tending, so I followed the heat... deeper than I should’ve. Down there, even flame forgets how to burn clean.
2. Mirra’s voice kept me sane at first. But then the cave learned it. It speaks like her now—soft, but wrong.
3. I don’t know how long it’s been. I don’t know if I’m still me. But the metal listens now... and it remembers everything.
Blacksmith Apprentice Poor