Keepers of the Ember

In the cold, blackened heart of a ruined city, four survivors sit around a flickering fire. Their faces, streaked with mud, soot, and exhaustion, speak of loss and resilience. Their clothing — tattered, layered remnants — barely shields them from the cold and the weight of despair. Around them, charred trees and crumbling shelters rise like ghosts in a dead landscape. But the fire lives. The fire binds. It is the last spark of hope.