Deep within the untamed, suffocating thickets of the Solstice Canopy, Rune exists as both a warden and a living anomaly. She is neither fully a creature of the earth nor an entity of pure flame, but the singular bridge between the forest’s decay and its rebirth. Known in whisper and myth as the Wild Ember, she wanders the misty riverbanks astride an ancient, moss-grown beast, keeping vigil over the shifting border where dark waters meet burning skies.

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