Project 11: Emberwake Echo

Deep in the ember fields where roots pulse like embers and mist crackles faintly with static, the Emberhorns stir.

Not to burn, but to remember.

Their horns are not for war. They’re memory vessels — catching sparks of stories, resonating with the echoes of ancient signal-fires and lost data encoded in bark and bone. When they step forward, the ground shifts. When they breathe, the code beneath the forest flickers to life.

Now fused with their forest kin, the Emberhorns ignite not destruction, but renewal. The final fusion isn’t loud.
It glows.
It remembers.
It begins again.