luminary

The Forgotten Engine of Dawn

Before the skies fractured and the oceans recoiled, there was a city beneath the soil grown, not built. At its heart burned the Engine of Dawn.

They called it the Luminary.

No one remembers who made it. Only whispers remain:
“The light is never lost. Only buried.”

Now, generations later, children of the collapse find a hill that hums.
They descend.
Symbols glow.
Stone breathes.

And the forgotten engine begins to stir.

We are not the end
we are the ignition.

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