Ephemeral Hearts

The rain, with its salty, regretful smell, clung to the cobblestone streets of Veridia. A gas lamp cast an orange glow at the figures gathered under the light, and a group of lost souls gathered together silently. Elara wrote the worn inscription on the weathered stone: ‘Remember what will disappear.’ Her spine was cold, not from the dampness, but from a forgotten longing. She was searching for a name that whispered in the wind, a FIWFAN name associated with fleeting dreams. Beyond the veil, something beautiful yet incredibly sad awaits.