The closest child to Sol, the Sun. Proxima is the torchbearer, the eldest who felt the first warmth and the first searing pain of light. His birth marked the dawn of their lineage, and with it, the burden of expectation. First to rise, first to blaze, first to bear the weight of Sol’s unyielding gaze. His flames do not just burn; they cleanse or consume—there is no in-between.

Proxima walks alone, his light stark and singular. He confides in Sirius, the only one whose brightness rivals his own. She listens because she understands what it means to burn brilliantly and be seen by all but known by none.