A dusty old relic stared back, reflecting the harsh sun with its golden skin. Intricately designed, a complex figure lay there undisturbed, as if time itself had forgotten it. In one swift, almost careless motion, it slipped into her hand—glaring with intent, etching itself into her mind like a memory carved in stone. It felt alive. Purposeful. All around her, the chaos of war thundered—explosions, smoke, and lifeless bodies strewn like broken dolls. Yet this relic remained untouched, owned once by silent souls, now whispering through time. Olivia stared back, her eyes soft with sorrow as they fixated on the necklace. Its long, golden chain curled around her tanned fingers, pulsing with warmth and sparks beneath her touch. Suddenly, a fierce wind tunneled toward her, whipping through the ruins and tossing her long black hair away from her face, revealing dirt-caked cheeks and an open gash bleeding along her jaw. And in that storm of silence and smoke, the memory returned—Punishment from hell Screams pierced the air. People scrambled in every direction, desperate for safety. In the middle of that chaos, Olivia saw them—her family... and Max. She was yelling, screaming for them to run. Then came the bomb—its shadow cast like a curse across the sky. Her instincts told her to run *toward* them, but her body betrayed her, dragging her away, her legs trembling, her cheeks streaked with tears. The blast came. **Ringing. Ringing. Ringing.** She fell to her knees, ears bleeding, the sound drowning her thoughts. Her skin burned from the heat, her chest tightening like a vice, ready to burst from grief. Limping forward—heart shattered—she stumbled toward the bomb site. Toward Max. Then she saw him. His body lay still. “Max…” she whispered. A bitter laugh escaped her throat,scratchy and hollow as she stared at his misshapen body. Streaks of blood trickling down his dishevelled face . Her tongue went dry , heart imploding She collapsed beside him, sobs tearing through her. Heavy guilt burdened her, mind looping through the same cursed thought—if only...if only...if only. But time did not rewind. Max did not move.Her hands trembled as she touched his face, brushing back soot and ash. She kissed his lips—soft, broken—pouring all her love into that moment, pleading silently for him to wake up. Around them, the bodies of her family lay still, she froze - because the world had ended, and no one had noticed but her. Her cries echoed across the ruins filled with agony , until the smoke thinned and the harsh sun cut through the clouds. There, tucked in the crook of Max’s arm, lay the necklace. She gripped it with shaking hands,a promise-encased in gold, forged in grief ,unbreakable in death,to never forget Back to reality She sat among the bodies, unmoving. The stench of dried blood, sweat, and metallic smoke soaked her skin invading her pores , robbing her of life. Max’s body lay cold beside her, his fingers laced in hers like a memory refusing to fade.Her forever. Time meant nothing. Maybe hours had passed. Maybe days. Her eyes were open, but unfocused. She breathed, but barely. Her chest rose and fell like it had forgotten how to try. Then, somewhere beyond the rubble, a soldier laughed—sharp, distant, inhuman.A sound that made her blood boil. Olivia blinked. Slowly.Her body moved as if by its will. She stood drowsily, legs trembling, hair clinging to her bloodied face. Her eyes stared through the smoke, through everything. Her lips parted. A whisper- quiet,raw,final **“They all have to burn.”**