Anya Oxi -

"The horizon is rusting," she says to the void. "Let me show you how to bloom instead."

Instantly, a crack forms. The hissing grows louder. anya oxi

She opens a small vial around her neck. Inside is a flake of pure, unoxidized iron—the last piece of the old world. She touches it to the glass. "The horizon is rusting," she says to the void