The Fire Beneath

The Sun forgot to rise one day, and never came again. The stars blinked out like dying sparks– the world went cold, and then... the silence grew, the stories died, and no one dared to dream. But deep beneath the weight of dark, inside a cave unknown,  one ember breathed–not bright, not bold, but fiercely on its own. It had the last of truth and fight, a warmth that would not go. It waits for hands not scared of dark, for hearts that still believe, It waits for someone brave enough. to light what none could see, The world thinks hope is gone for good– but hope was always heat. ~hira~