(Swan stands in the center of a ruined temple, feathers glowing with fading light) The screams are gone… but the silence still echoes. I held back. I always hold back.
(She presses a hand to her chest, where her phoenix bracelet hums faintly) They call it mercy. But mercy doesn’t stop the nightmares.
(She lifts her eyes, voice steady but aching) If I show them my full light… will they still call me Swan—or just the flame that burned too bright?
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