LOGINThe Memory That Should Have Remained ConcealedLight enveloped Aria completely.For a brief moment, she was unable to sense her body. She could not hear Rowan calling her name. She could not even draw a breath.Then—the world reassembled itself.Not the ruins.Not the snow.Not Selene.She found herself in the heart of a forest bathed in silver moonlight, the atmosphere warm and vibrant. Shadows danced around her—familiar yet strange, as if they recognized her even though she did not recall them.Aria turned slowly, her breath quivering. “Where… am I?”Selene’s voice resonated beside her, though the woman was not physically present.“Within the memory they attempted to erase.”A child’s laughter echoed—soft and innocent.Aria became still.A little girl, perhaps four or five years old, dashed between the trees. Her midnight-black curls bounced behind her. Her eyes—brilliant silver, so luminous they appeared almost otherworldly—sparkled with mischief as she pursued a glowing butterfly
The Memory That Should Have Remained ConcealedAria had no recollection of falling.What she recalled was light—dazzling, silver, searing through every fiber of her being. Then came darkness. Following that, a sharp, frigid tug, as if someone had reached into her chest and pulled her through the very fabric of time.When her eyes finally opened, she found herself no longer amidst the ruins.She was not even in her own era.She stood in a forest that was both familiar and unfamiliar—lush, vibrant, resonating with an ancient magic she had never experienced before. Moonlight filtered through the branches in gentle ribbons, and the breeze carried a scent she recognized.Lavender.Warm honey.Safety.Her heart constricted painfully.Mother.She turned—slowly, with trepidation and hope—like a child awakening from a nightmare, yearning for the world to make sense once more.There she was.A woman with hair reminiscent of sunlight on snow. A woman possessing Aria’s eyes, Aria’s jawline, Aria’
THE SHADOW IN HER BLOODThe world jolted back into focus with a sudden, violent shock.Aria inhaled sharply as her knees struck the cold stone floor of the ruins. Her breath came in quick, uneven gasps; her skin felt constricted, and her heart raced as if she had been sprinting for miles. The visions had vanished, yet the echoes lingered around her like frost.Her mother’s scream. The betrayal. The blood.Rowan caught her before she could completely collapse, his arms encircling her, providing stability. His scent—pine, rain, and raw fear—overwhelmed her senses.“Aria. Speak to me. What did she reveal to you?” His voice trembled despite his attempts to remain composed.She parted her lips, but the words caught on the terror still clawing at her chest.“My mother… Rowan, she didn’t merely die.” A shaky breath escaped her. “She was hunted. Tracked. Executed. By someone she trusted.”Rowan’s grip on her arms tightened. “Who?”“I couldn’t see the face clearly,” Aria murmured. “Only fragme
When the Moon RemembersLight enveloped Aria completely.Not comforting.Not soft.Not gentle.It was blinding—like stepping into the heart of the moon itself. Her breathing halted as the environment whirled around her, dissolving into silver streaks, shadows, and unfamiliar memories that tingled beneath her skin. She reached out blindly, feeling Rowan’s hold slipping—Then it vanished.The ruins.The frigid air.Rowan’s hand.Everything disappeared.A new realm began to form around her.---Aria opened her eyes to a clearing she had never encountered but somehow recognized.Moonlight coated everything—trees, grass, the surface of a serene river flowing on her right. Fireflies floated like descending stars. The air carried the scent of lavender and freshly turned earth.Yet none of it eased the racing in her heart.Because at the center of the clearing stood a woman.Her back was towards Aria, but she identified her immediately.Even before she saw the long dark hair.Even before she
The Memory That Should’ve Stayed Buried**The world didn’t shatter with noise—it shattered with silence.The moment Aria stepped into the circle of light radiating from Selene’s palm, everything around her dissolved. The ruins of the Moon Hall, Rowan’s panicked voice, the cold wind stinging her skin—all of it blinked out like someone blowing out a candle.Darkness replaced it.Soft, velvety, endless.Aria’s lungs hitched as she reached instinctively for Rowan’s hand, but there was no one beside her. She was alone—floating, suspended in nothingness.Then the nothingness began to breathe.A faint glow stirred in the distance, pulsing like a heartbeat. It grew, unfurling like dawn spreading across a dead horizon. And slowly, shapes emerged—fuzzy at first, then sharpening, until Aria found herself standing in a forest she didn’t recognize, but somehow felt deep in her bones.The trees here were taller. The air felt older. The moonlight shone brighter.This wasn’t her time.This was before
The Memory That Should Never Have Been BuriedThe world tore apart like a veil being ripped away.Aria gasped as she lurched forward, her feet no longer resting on the cold stone floor of the Moon Hall. Instead, she found herself in a vast expanse of silver mist, warm and luminous, as if she had entered the very breath of the moon. The air vibrated—soft yet potent—like a thousand hushed voices calling her name."Do not be afraid," Selene’s voice resonated behind her, though the woman herself was nowhere in sight. "What you perceive are the memories concealed from you. You are within the truth."Aria’s heartbeat pounded painfully. "Reveal it to me," she whispered. "All of it."The mist began to swirl.Then it shaped into scenes—clear as daylight.---A modest house appeared first. Simple. Inviting. Lanterns glimmering gently through the windows. Snow drifted softly from the sky, settling on its roof.Aria’s breath caught in her throat.She recognized that house."This… this was my home







