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THE SEER WHO DOESN’T SLEEP

Author: Merryn
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-30 05:21:20
POV: KAELITH

They call me the Seer who does not sleep.

They are wrong.

I sleep—but never for long enough to escape what hunts me in dreams.

For over thirty years, I have known no more than three hours of rest at a time. The old moon cracked in my visions long ago, and since then I have lived between waking and something else—something raw, holy, and cursed.

I have seen Alpha kings rise and crumble like dust at dawn. Packs bleed themselves into extinction beneath banners they once swore sacred. Bloodlines turn from legend to whispers.

Still, I remain—a pillar of pale serenity in the temple built upon the bones of the first wolves, where even the gods once knelt.

My hair has long since turned silver, woven into ceremonial braids with wolf fang, bone chips, and crystal fragments that glow faintly under moonlight. My robes shimmer not from thread, but from spells woven in moonlight and blood—rites passed from seer to seer. Lunar ink runs down my sleeves in the shapes of moons and co
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