Chapter 92 – The Voice Of The Second Flame

• Lucia’s dream began as light—endless and weightless.
• No horizon. No body. Only warmth that felt like being remembered by the universe itself.
• Then, the warmth shaped itself into form. A vast chamber unfolded around her, its walls made of flowing fire and crystal veins. The air shimmered, humming with an ancient pulse. At its center burned a towering flame—azure at the base, white-gold at its heart. It didn’t consume; it created.