Perched Whispers

She carried memories that seared her bones and the fading warmth of civilization as she fell into his silent domain. The leaves did not grow any greener for her, nor did the trunk tremble. When exhaustion made her fold her wings, he simply caught the blazing sparks around her with a patch of shade. No words were needed, no pact required. In the primeval stillness, the wounds deep within her spirit were healed. Amid the ceaseless leaping flames, she heard something she had not heard for a million years: the echo of the world.