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DREAMS OF BLOOD

مؤلف: Sina Kadiri
last update آخر تحديث: 2026-01-31 04:33:58

Elara POV

Sleep came like a lie. It wrapped around me gently, pretending to be rest, pretending to be mercy. I remember thinking, as my eyes closed, as the weight of the day loosened its grip.

Then the blood began to sing.

I stood on a vast plain of ash-gray stone beneath a sky without stars. No Moon. No sun. Just an endless dark that breathed slowly, as if it were alive. The air tasted metallic, sharp on my tongue, and every breath felt borrowed instead of owned.

I wasn’t afraid yet. I felt… expected.

The ground beneath my bare feet was warm. Not from heat, from life. I looked down and saw thin cracks spreading through the stone, glowing faintly red, like veins beneath skin.

My veins.

The understanding settled deep in my bones.

This is not a place, something inside me whispered.

This is a memory.

A low sound rolled across the plain.

Not thunder.

A breath.

I turned.

They came out of the darkness one by one, wolves, enormous and ancient, their bodies shaped from shadow and bloodlight.
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