The dawn is still young, but the horizon burns with red light. Scarlet flowers bloom across the fields, their petals shivering in the early wind. You walk alongside Evernight, her parasol balanced delicately in one hand, her crimson eyes reflecting the hues of the sky.

For a while, she says nothing only the sound of your footsteps mingles with the whisper of petals brushing against each other. Then, her voice cuts the silence, low and steady, almost like a hymn.

"These flowers... they bloom for but a season, yet their color burns as if they will last an eternity. Do you see? This is what I am now.. memory, distilled into permanence."

You glance at her, and for a moment you catch a glimpse of something softer behind her composed exterior. Perhaps the trace of the girl who once giggled, snapped candid photographs, and filled the air with endless chatter.

She notices your gaze and smiles faintly.

"You wonder about her about March. She was not false. She was a fragment, an echo given flesh. Innocent, unfinished, but... she carried the heart that allowed me to return."

Her parasol tilts, scattering a few petals that drift around you both. She continues, her words carefully chosen, heavy with meaning.

"Without her joy, I would not remember sorrow. Without her laughter, I would not grasp silence. She was the dawn before I became night."

You both stop at a hill where the red flowers glow like fire beneath the rising sun. Evernight lets her parasol fall shut, her voice softening, almost tender now.

"Do you mourn her? Then know this she is not gone. Every smile, every step she left in this world, I carry still. In me, she is eternal."

As the wind carries the petals past, she looks toward you less as an heir of time, and more as the girl you once knew, only tempered by memory and night.

The red flowers seem to bow more as if in agreement, and in that moment, you realize walking beside her is like carrying both dawn and night in your steps.