Ashen Sentinel

Some trees are shaped by the wind, bending, yielding. But the Ashen Sentinel is not one of them. It stands where others have fallen, roots tangled in stone, branches twisting skyward like veins of fire against the dark. It has weathered storms, outlived empires, and still, it remains.

This is a talisman for the unshaken—the ones who endure, who rise, who refuse to be broken.