Seen from above in the dark, the glowing embers stretch out like a silent map, each one shimmering as a crimson point breathing from within. These embers, no longer flames yet still retaining their heat, carry a memory that resists the cold silence of the night. As they gently quiver with the wind, they evoke both danger and an uncanny calm at once— as if nature itself is slowly pulsing, hidden in the embrace of the night.