The Pillars of Remembrance Visualizza la traduzione

Night falls over Meadowmire. In place of gravestones, countless towering plants rise toward the sky. Their tall stems shimmer faintly, each etched with the name of a soul once known. At the garden’s heart, Kaylen Levestrum kneels. With both hands lifted toward the heavens, she whispers a silent prayer. From beneath her fingertips, light stirs within the soil— a pulse of memory awakening. The glow climbs the pillars, winding upward through bark and leaf, until it breaks into the dark sky like a thousand quiet stars. A soft wind passes. The pillars sway, and voices seem to murmur between them— “Thank you.” “We remember.” The air itself hums with the warmth of lives long gone. Kaylen closes her eyes and smiles faintly. “I haven’t forgotten you. You still live here.” When the last strand of light fades, silence returns. Yet in the distance, the pillars still glimmer faintly— like bridges between the earth and the beyond, where remembrance never truly dies.