[A/N: The R-18 will begin towards the middle to end.]
Ash took Nia's hand the moment they stepped onto her cosmic road.
The bridge of starlight carried them all throughout her private universe—a realm of endless fire galaxies swirling in slow, majestic spirals, nebulae of devouring crimson flame that consumed dying stars only to birth new ones in explosive rebirth.
The void between galaxies thrummed with heat, with the low roar of eternal infernos, with the scent of ash and renewal.
Ash walked barefoot on the starlight road, baggy sweats and black shirt casual as ever, but his presence made the flames bow—curling away in reverence, then surging closer as though drawn to his warmth.
Nia walked beside him—tall, imposing, wings of multicolored flame folded softly, void-black sun mark pulsing on her forehead.
