Bloodlit Descent: The Readari Trials

How strange,

that the heart can still hope

even after it's been taught not to.

A name unspoken. A laugh unheard.

Two echoes wandering different silences.

One hides behind smoke and scar.

The other, behind flame and fear.

One never asked for a hand.

The other didn't care.

So could it be true?

Could warmth still reach,

even if it's a monster reaching back?