Part. 28. Blazars,The Last Light of Ember

the Ember was dying.Not in the blaze of fury.Not in silence either.But in a slow, unyielding fade — like a star losing its last palpitation before the final night.Centuries agone
 , the Ember had been the heart of the Flame — a colossal demitasse, ancient and radiant, suspended at the core of the Sanctuary, feeding resonance to every lamp, every theater , every thread of memoryIt was the source, the seed, the endless flame.