In Glowveil Hollow, when the night grows quiet and the fire’s glow fades, a lone bird lifts its voice. It sings only when no eyes are watching, a melody meant for the wind and the embers.
At the edge of the clearing, a low stone firepit holds the last sparks of the day. The bird perches on the rim, its feathers catching the faint orange light. The crackle of wood is its only audience.
The tune is soft, a series of trills that rise like a sigh and fall like a leaf drifting to the ash. It carries a hint of pine and the distant hum of the hollow’s glow.
Name: Emberwing
The Emberwing is known among the hollow’s residents as the “firepit songbird.” Its name comes from the way its feathers seem to flicker with a faint ember glow when it sings.
The Emberwing believes its song is a promise to the fire itself—an offering that keeps the flames warm for those who will come later. It does not need applause; the act of singing sustains the fire’s spirit.
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