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The Nightmare

Penulis: Loria Malf
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-30 22:01:00

Seraphina's POV

After Ambrosius left, I didn’t return to the ballroom.

Didn’t speak to anyone. Didn’t remove my jewelry. Didn’t even untie my hair.

I let the night bury me.

My limbs felt like stone. My thoughts, like fog—thick and unmoving. The weight of the evening had settled into my skin like dust, and I didn’t have the strength to brush it off.

I told myself I would lie down for just a moment.

Just a breath.

But sleep found me too quickly.

The dream began as silence.

Not the peaceful kind. Not the kind lovers share beneath starlight.

This was the silence of forgotten cathedrals.

Of things buried.

Of endings that hadn’t yet arrived—but already mourned.

Above me hung the red moon. Not a full orb, but fractured, as though something ancient had taken a bite out of it. The sky pulsed in hues of bruise and rust.

And beneath that cursed glow, I stood alone on a road I didn’t recognize.

The path curved like a serpent through a garden I did not remember planting.

I took a step.

The stone b
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