Those who encountered her often remembered the sudden warmth that spread in their chest, as if some long-lost courage had returned.
珍，遺忘之火的承載者，行走於黃昏與黎明之間。她懷抱的火焰並非毀滅，也非吞噬，而是無窮的照亮。她的角色不是去燃燒城市或焚盡大地，而是重新喚醒隱藏在人心深處的微光。對她而言，每一點熄滅的火星都蘊藏著新的開始，而她的天賦便是將它們再度點燃。
她靜靜前行，如同時光間低語的微風。遇見她的人，往往記得胸口忽然湧起的溫暖，彷彿某種久遠的勇氣回來了。珍相信，每一顆心中都有屬於自己的火，即使被悲傷或疑惑掩埋。她的使命，就是提醒人們自身被遺忘的光亮。
某日傍晚，她遇見一名旅人，靠著木杖，眼神黯淡。珍蹲下來，把手覆在他的手上，輕輕吐息——那不是空氣，而是記憶：河畔的笑聲、曾經呼喚他名字的聲音。漸漸地，他的眼神重新閃爍，心中的火焰復甦。他再次站起來，不是因為珍給予他力量，而是因為她提醒了他自身的力量。她的旅程沒有終點，卻從不孤單。因為每一簇被點燃的火焰，都在她的記憶裡化作一顆星，成為陪伴她道路的無聲合唱。珍的禮物，不是被記住，而是讓他人記起心中那團火。
於是她繼續前行——遺忘之火的承載者，在生命的織網中留下溫暖，不帶痕跡，只留下被再次點燃的心光。
Jane, the Bearer of Forgotten Flames, walked through the threshold between dusk and dawn, carrying within her a fire that was neither destructive nor consuming but endlessly illuminating. Her role was not to ignite cities or scorch landscapes, but to rekindle the faint embers that hid within weary souls. In every fading spark she saw the possibility of a new beginning, and it was her gift to coax them back into brilliance.
She moved quietly, like a whispering breeze across time, her presence felt more than seen. Those who encountered her often remembered the sudden warmth that spread in their chest, as if some long-lost courage had returned. Jane believed that every heart contained its own flame, even if smothered by sorrow or doubt. Her work was to remind people of their forgotten radiance.
One evening, she found a traveler slumped against a wooden staff, his eyes dulled by despair. Kneeling beside him, Jane placed her hand over his and breathed gently—not air, but memory: of laughter by riversides, of voices that once called his name with love. Slowly, his eyes brightened, the flame within him flickering back to life. He rose again, not because Jane had given him strength, but because she had reminded him of his own.
Her journey was endless, yet never lonely. For each flame she rekindled became a constellation in her memory, a silent chorus of lights accompanying her path. Jane’s gift was not to be remembered herself, but to ensure that others remembered the fire within them.
And so she continued, the Bearer of Forgotten Flames, weaving warmth into the fabric of lives, leaving no trail behind but the glow of rekindled hearts.
