The Silent Forge

Iron cools in the sudden dusk, brittle edges flaking against the anvil, where hands once beat the rhythm of the day into shape and purpose.

The fire breathes its last slow sigh, ember shadows lengthening on the soot-stained wall, a quiet archive of heat and hammer blows settling into dust.

No sound remains but the cooling creak of metal remembering the furnace, holding its hard-won form against the coming night.