Mira, the crystalline Primordial of Fire and Mystery, found herself standing on a world she had left behind a billion years ago.
The sky was the color of amethyst, and the twin moons were rising, and somewhere in the distance, a young girl was laughing at the gentle words of a man who stood beside her.
She had been that girl, once. Before the wars, before the loss, before she had become something that could no longer remember what it felt like to run through fields of singing grass with the wind in her hair and the voice of the boy you loved whispering in your ears.
And in this light, this distant memory no longer seems as distant, as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and even the faint smell of the man she loved… it was almost as if she could turn around and see him, but she was too scared to do this.
'I am with you always, even in death.'
"How…" she whispered, and the memory faded, but not completely. It left behind something she had thought lost forever…warmth.
