Reforged in fire and agony, Anakin Skywalker ceased to exist the day the flames claimed his flesh. What remained was Darth Vader—more machine than man, encased in black armor that hissed with every breath. The suit kept him alive, but it was also a prison, a constant reminder of failure, loss, and betrayal. Each step echoed with pain; each breath rasped through lungs scarred by ash. He served the Empire with ruthless precision, hunting the scattered remnants of the old order, burying his past beneath fear and obedience. Yet the past would not stay silent. Memories of love, of promises broken, lingered like ghosts within the mask. When he discovered he had a son, a fracture formed in the darkness. Beneath layers of steel and fury, the conflicted heart of Anakin still beat—wounded, haunted, and yearning for something he believed he had destroyed forever...