01.Ashen Night

When the heavens burned to ash, she did not look away, letting the embers crown her.
History ignores her rebellion, recording only the absolute purity left after the light died. This withered, coal-black silk branch is the physical imprint of that eternal night.
It holds no warmth, only the arid silence of dead stars. A blind artisan recreated it by tracing the contours of the dark.
It waits in silence for a soul profound enough to wear the ruins of an empire without being consumed by its void.