You awoke amidst an endless expanse of snow, the icy wind biting at your skin—if what you have can even be called skin. Your reflection in the frozen surface beneath you revealed a figure ablaze: flames flickering where hair should be, a glow radiating from your molten veins. Yet, you felt no warmth from your fire, nor chill from the frost.
Around you, the world was silent, save for the whisper of the wind. No footprints marked your arrival. No voice called your name. The fragments of memories that drift through your mind are fleeting and chaotic—faces you cannot place, words you cannot understand, and a terrible sense of something lost.
Now, you wander the world like an ember seeking its flame. The mystery of your origin fuels your every step, as does the question that haunts you: Were you always this way? Or did something—some incident—change you into what you are? And is your fiery form a gift... or a curse?
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