"We walk in ashes, finding answers,
Where silence echoes a forgotten plea.
Each step a whisper, a silent dancer,
Through dust-choked air, we strive to see.
The past consumed, a fiery breath,
Left only remnants, stark and cold.
Yet in this barren field of death,
A new, unwritten tale unfolds.
For though the world may crumble, fade,
And shadows lengthen, stark and deep,
Within the ruins, bravely made,
The seeds of knowledge softly sleep.
We sift the fragments, scarred and old,
Unearthing truths the flames concealed.
A story whispered, bravely told,
Upon this ashen, ancient field."
By an Anonymous Ashes Walker