[c=#2dba69]Elyra's Diary - Part 2
The Buried Echoes[/c]

[c=#e3aaeb][i]29th Sombreveil, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance
Under the Moon of Veils – Day of the Sleeping Ashes[/i][/c]

The Ashen Mountains still burn, even though the fire is dead.
The air is dry, every breath carries a dusting of charcoal, and the trees are reduced to blackened skeletons.
There, in the ruins of a collapsed sanctuary, I found the third grave.
It was buried in a charred pedestal, the ground cracked beneath my steps, and the ankh beat in my hand.
When I placed it on the slab, a light of red burst forth.
It was weak, like a dying ember, but it vibrated. And with it, a voice.
"I kept the flame until the final moment. But what burns, fades."
I saw him: a man, alone, tending a dying brazier.
He held a black object, hard, devoid of warmth, yet pulsing with silent memory.
Then he buried it.
In the ashes of that vision, i discovered a vitrified fragment – a black stone, rough, soft to the touch, but without warmth.
A remnant.

[c=#e3aaeb][i]11th Mistbright, Year 342 of the Era of Remembrance
Under the Moon of Whispers – Day Without Epitaph[/i][/c]

The Vermilion Abbey is a forgotten skeleton of stone.
Prayers there have faded for centuries.
But beneath the rubble, a crypt awaited me.
The grave had no name. No symbol. Only a void.
When I placed the ankh there, a presence entered me.
No voice, no word. But a thought. Slow, cold, irresistible:
"What you cannot name is already watching you."
In the collapsed corners, I found an old, half-decayed codex.
It spoke of the "Nameless Breaths".
Forgotten dead, but whose memory lingered.
At the bottom of a page, a symbol: three circles, the center empty.
And this phrase:
"The void is not absence. It is waiting."
That day, I understood that some graves contain no remains, but silences.
And those silences are heavier than stone.
I left the abbey carrying no fragment.
But I felt something within me join the others.
A faceless breath. It weighs nothing. But it does not forget.
Four voices now accompany me. A black pebble. A stone of fire. A void. And Kael’s bluish light.
These are not foreign memories. They feel intimate.
As if what I was searching for was not outside, but already within me.