Jackson - Vox Perdita, A Lost Voice

The fire left Jackson silent, his body broken, his face hidden behind porcelain. Once he painted worlds that breathed with color and light-now he can barely lift a brush. His family drifts around him in grief and denial: a mother who hides behind perfection, a father who weeps for the past, siblings torn between guilt and fear of his charred body.

But in the stillness of his study, something stirs. The canvases he abandoned flicker, their lanterns glowing faintly in the dark, as if waiting for him to return.

Jackson thought his art had died in the fire. He was wrong.