Vareth the Hallow Flame Purple their cloaks trailing like smoke

their cloaks trailing like smoke over cracked obsidian tiles

to hold hands in silence without needing to speak

and forget the world outside ever existed

and dreams blooming into things that watched you back

under the crimson gaze of a rare blood moon

Vareth the Hallow Flame Purple their cloaks trailing like smokeVareth the Hallow Flame Long ago, when kingdoms still feared the stars, Vareth the Hollow Flame was burned at the pyre for conjuring fire that did not warmbut whispered. Yet death could not hold him; his bones rose charred but unbroken, wreathed in pale, flickering flame that danced without heat, fueled by memory and vengeance. Now, in forgotten catacombs beneath ruined towers, his fire still burnsnot to destroy, but to remember every name that tried