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Threads of the Divine
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2025-11-14 02:47:35The realm shimmered into focus as Koa pulled herself free of Cheyenne’s body. White marble and silver light stretched endlessly, the air humming with a pulse that was both song and silence. The goddess realm was as beautiful as it was unsettling, a place where time moved like water and weight pressed against her bones in ways the mortal world never could.
The Goddess Realm shimmered as Koa stepped into it, her form glowing faintly in the silver light of Selene’s moonlit court. Marble columns stretched toward an endless sky of swirling constellations, each one shifting like living things, whispering secrets across the heavens. Selene stood waiting at the center of the dais, her gown woven from starlight itself, the crescent moon glimmering on her brow.
“You’ve come with questions,” Selene said softly, though the weight of her voice filled the entire sky.
Koa bowed her head, though her wolf instincts bristled. “We’ve piece
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