Story I created when we didn't have electricity (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) Just some fluffy story (unless I change my mind)

He's trapped. He's broken. He believes the world has forgotten him. Every day in the gray, suffocating walls of his prison, Wemmbu counts the cracks in the floor, the echoes of footsteps, and the moments slipping endlessly into nothing. Hope has long abandoned him-or so he thinks. But someone is already moving through the shadows. Silent. Precise. Obsessed. FlameFrags will risk everything to reach him, to pull him from the edge before despair consumes him completely. Timing, patience, and danger intertwine in every corridor, every locked door, every careful step. One wrong move could ruin everything. One perfect move could bring freedom. Between fear and obsession, despair and hope, two lives are drawn together by invisible threads. Sometimes salvation comes in the quietest moments, the smallest gestures, and the deepest connection. Will he be saved-or will the shadows claim them both?

Unstable Universe.

This story contains ships! If you don't like them don't read it.