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Chapter One Hundred-Fifty
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Dedication. For the hearts that break, burn, and bloom again. To every soul who has ever been rejected, forgotten, or silenced — this story is for you. There are moments in life when we believe our pain makes us unworthy of love, when the world feels too dark to remember the warmth we once carried. We shrink, we hide, and we tell ourselves that maybe it’s safer to stop feeling altogether. But the truth is this: the heart that still aches is the one still alive. The flame that trembles in the wind is proof that it refuses to die. The Rejected Blood Moon was born from that truth. It was written for those who have loved deeply and lost completely, for those who have been told they are “too much,” “too emotional,” or “too broken.” It is for the dreamers who still reach for the light even when the night refuses to end. Because rejection does not define you. Pain does not end you. Every wound you carry is also a window — a place where the light enters when you are finally ready to le
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The Twin FlamesThe dawn that rose over the mountains was unlike any before it.The air shimmered faintly, carrying warmth that was both golden and crimson —light and shadow woven together like breath and heartbeat.Liora stood at the summit, her hair rippling in the wind,watching as the first sunlight spilled across the valley.Below her, the Flow shimmered through the rivers,alive again — not pure, not perfect,but whole.She could feel it in her chest:the twin heartbeats, gold and red,rising and falling in harmony.> thrum … silence … thrum … silence …This was balance.This was what Lyra and Kaenor had begun.What Kaela had carried.What she — the last Keeper — had finally completed.---The Return of WarmthAs the Flow healed, the world changed.Forests that had long slept burst into bloom again,leaves unfolding like memories.Rivers ran clear.Mountains breathed.From distant cities,people awoke with tears on their faces and laughter in their throats.They didn’t know why
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The Heart of ShadowThe Flow had grown faint.Liora felt it as she crossed the northern plain — a trembling rhythm beneath her ribs, unsteady and thin.> thrum … silence … thrum … … silence …It was not resting.It was hurting.She reached a stretch of land where the grass was colorless, the air still and brittle.The warmth she carried could not reach the roots here.Something had taken hold — something older than forgetting.At dusk, the ground shuddered.A voice whispered through the soil:> Beneath … the root … the heart bleeds …Her pulse quickened. “The root of what?”The whisper faded, leaving only silence and the faint scent of ash.---The Canyon of Red LightThree days later, the mountains appeared, black and sharp against a red dawn.At their center yawned a vast rift — a canyon glowing faintly with crimson light that pulsed like a heartbeat.Liora descended carefully, the rocks warm beneath her hands.Halfway down, she felt another presence.A man stepped from the shadows
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The Song of the SleeperThe land beyond the river was gray.Not barren—there were trees, rivers, and cities still standing—but everything seemed muted,as if color itself had grown weary.Liora had walked for days without hearing laughter.No music, no chatter, no warmth.People moved like ghosts through their routines—working, eating, sleeping—their faces still, their eyes dull.Even the air was still.No wind, no birdsong,no heartbeat beneath the soil.When she reached the edge of the main road,she felt it clearly.The Flow was gone.---The City of Still HeartsThe sign at the city gates read: Haven.But there was no haven here.The buildings were perfect, clean, orderly.Children played without smiles.Couples walked hand in hand but never touched eyes.Everything functioned.Nothing lived.Liora entered the central square,expecting at least one soul to look at her.None did.She spoke softly,“Good morning.”No one answered.A market vendor sold fruit in silence,mechanicall
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The Keeper’s JourneyDawn spread slowly across the horizon,soft and pale after the crimson night.The world felt newly washed,the air heavy with salt and promise.Liora walked barefoot along the wet sand,the hem of her white dress trailing behind her like mist.Each step left a faint golden printthat glowed for a heartbeat before fading away.She didn’t know where she was going.Only that she had to go.The Flow was whispering inside her again,a voice woven of warmth and longing.> Go where the silence sleeps deepest.There, the song begins anew.So she walked.---The Village FarewellThe villagers gathered at the shore to see her off.No one spoke for a long time.Even the children seemed to sensethat this was not an ordinary parting.Her mother held her close,heart trembling against hers.“Will you ever come back?” she asked.Liora smiled softly.“Not as I am now.But you’ll feel me in the wind,in the warmth after rain.”Her mother nodded, though tears filled her eyes.She
The Rejected Blood Moon Chapter One Hundred-Fifty
The Dreaming SeaThe sea was silent.Not the silence of absence,but of listening.The crimson moon hung heavy in the sky,its reflection trembling on the water like living flame.Each ripple glowed faintly gold where Liora’s feet touched the surf.She stood barefoot at the edge of the world,the pendant pulsing softly against her heart.Her mother’s cries faded behind her.The villagers’ torches burned far away on the cliffs.Only the ocean spoke now.And it was whispering her name.> Liora … come home.---The Call Beneath the WavesShe took a breath — deep, trembling, full of salt and starlight —and stepped forward.The first wave rose gently to meet her knees,then her waist,then her shoulders.But the water was not cold.It was warm, like breath.Like memory.Each step carried her deeper until the shore was gone.The world above dimmed,and the sea’s surface shimmered faintly red above her —a living sky of liquid light.Her lungs should have burned.But instead, she breathed e
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