Story:

The final spirit of Velvet Harvest. He grew in the hush between dusk and dream, a globe of velvet skin and hidden heat. They say the last fruit is the most potent - not because it’s sweetest, but because it holds the silence of everything that came before. His shadows are not absence, but memory. He remembers each fruit who ripened before him. He carries their whispers in his skin. He does not shine. He smolders. You do not eat him. You invite him. And if he answers… you’ll see everything.

Spell:

Fruit of shadow, fruit of flame, bound in stillness, call your name - velvet bloom and whispered light, stir the hush and wake the night. Root and sky, now fold and fall, crown of dusk, I make this call. Come to hand, come to sight, smoldering prince of endless night.