She was forged to silence the cracks. Now she listens to them. In a desert where petals fall upward and roads ripple with memory, a rogue demon knight kneels beside a forbidden fracture — not to seal it, but to hear what it remembers. The Bloomless Order calls her a traitor. The cracks call her back. When the Blooming Hour begins again, she won’t fight to contain it. She’ll fight to understand it.