As the sun dipped below the horizon, Minh and Linh reached a hill scattered with tiny, flickering flames-not of destruction, but of souls enduring through the apocalypse.
The air was thick with the scent of ashes and a gentle warmth, carrying whispers of untold stories. Minh watched the flames dance, feeling heartbeats merge with the flickering light, realizing these fires were not mere warmth, but the breath of souls who refused to fade away.
Linh shared with Minh the deepest wounds she carried-memories she wished to bury forever, yet these undying flames taught her that forgiveness was not about forgetting, but about accepting- so one could love and live again.
Minh understood then that no matter how much the world was broken, within every person burned a flame -the flame of love, memory, and hope-the essence that kept humanity alive.