In the ashes of what was, only a trace remains. Remnant is the echo of someone who once burned brightly — now a memory steeped into the fabric of time. Smoky leather carries the weight of absence, while black currant and bergamot flicker like distant embers of who they used to be. A heart of rose and whiskey whispers their warmth, now faded. Patchouli and dragon’s blood cling to what’s left — not a presence, but the mark they left behind.
