Where the Flame of Need Meets the Hand of the Divine

A mysterious woman stands alone in the ruins of an ancient stone temple. Her long dark hair sways in the wind, a soft cloak barely covers her sun-kissed skin. In her open hand burns a small blue flame—symbol of her deepest longing. Runes glow faintly on the ground beneath her feet: Naudhiz, Eiwaz, and Algiz. From above, a single ray of divine light descends upon her, and in the distance, a hawk cries. Her eyes are filled with silent hope and ancient wisdom, as if she is listening to the voice of destiny. A moment of stillness before everything changes.