"The Ember Oracle"

In a scorched world where ash falls like snow,
she stands—half divine, half ruin—
a vessel of molten prophecy.
From the cracked obsidian of her form,
a line of searing light pierces sky and soul alike,
connecting the remnants of heaven and the abyss below.
Her eyes are closed, yet she sees more than the living ever could—
for she speaks in the language of dying stars
and breathes the final breath of fallen gods.