🔥Burning Origins.
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> The sun has always been the beginning.
The beginning of our soul.
The beginning of the solar system.
The pulse of all that breathes.
Without the sun—called The Living—there would be no life.
And yet, from that same light came a child wrapped in shadow.
Her name was Sonna.
A girl with no parents, no purpose.
Born of a fleeting passion—Martins left into thin air after he'd planted his seed in Motun.
Motun bore Sonna into a world already absent of love.
By the time she was three, Sonna was already alone. No siblings. No friends. Just the open earth beneath her feet.
The ground became her playmate.
The wind danced with her hair.
The sand listened when no one else would.
She did not speak often, but she listened—deeply.
At age six, she began to understand the four elements.
Sun. Fire. Water. Wind.
She could feel when the sun shifted. She could hear the wind's mood.
She knew when fire would come. And how water remembered.
Even without school, she was a student of the universe.
She did not learn from books. She learned from the earth itself.
They said she was strange.
They were not wrong.
Sonna was not just a child.
She was a memory—
A spark—
A fragment of the sun in human form.