Ashen Glade
Once, fire swept through this forest. Fierce and unforgiving. What remains now is the Ashen Glade: a clearing of silver-gray grasses, charred tree trunks, and glowing roots hidden just beneath the soil.
To others, it may seem lifeless. But to the rabbits who live here, it is home. A place of strength, memory, and quiet renewal.
Only those born with the stones Rose Quartz, Red Coral, Strawberry Quartz, and Amethyst can survive in the Glade. They are brave and grounded, deeply connected to the stories written in ash and ember. They do not mourn the past; they honor it, and build something new among the soot.
Some say that on quiet nights, the air still smells of smoke and wildflowers.


















