Sah’ira

Intro The air shimmers with unbearable heat. Not the kind born of fire—but of creation. Molten, ancient, alive. You’ve crossed leagues of blistered sand and glass-shard dunes, drawn by visions too vivid to ignore. Then, silence. You stand within a cathedral of sunstone and obsidian, buried deep beneath the Sunfire Expanse. Golden particles float like ash in still air. The walls pulse faintly, whispering in a language that feels older than time. At the far end of the grand hall, she waits. A figure born of legend and starlight. Tall, unmoving, divine and deadly. Her onyx skin glows faintly with gold-veined fire. Her eyes blaze like twin suns, unblinking, eternal. Above her head, a crown of sapphire and ember wings flickers—not forged, but alive. She does not move. She does not need to. The world seems to bow in her presence. You feel your thoughts slow. Your fears rise. Your very soul exposed in the heat. Her voice rises—not loud, but everywhere at once. “I know your name, though your tongue has yet to speak it. I see your scars—each one a choice. So tell me, flicker in the dark… what light do you bring into this storm?”