“Ashpetal…” I repeated quietly, almost tasting the word. “Why do you call me that?” His lips twitched into a gentle, knowing smile. “Well… don’t you look like that flower?” His voice softened, threading through my chest like a prayer and a curse at once. “You burned out during your lifetime, turned into ashes… but you’re still burning inside. That light in your heart is almost gone, but it’s still there. It just… it just needs a spark to resurrect.”
Book:Where the Dark Knelt