Celeste:I was born into shadows.Not just shadows of the night, but shadows of people’s minds. My parents. My clan. The villagers. They saw me — me — as a stain. A curse. From the moment I drew my first breath, they whispered of misfortune, of ruin. They said a child like me would bring death. And in a way… they were right.At three, they took my eyes. Plucked them from my skull. Cold hands. Sharp instruments. And I… I felt nothing.Not sadness. Not fear. Not even pain.Just clarity.They told me it was to “save the world from me.” To prevent my greed, my dark heart, from spreading evil across the earth. A prophecy they murmured in frightened tones: She will devour what is good. She will bring fire where none should burn. She will curse the land itself.So they stole my eyes. And the prophecy whispered louder in the darkness.I hated them. I hated everyone. Everything. The world smelled wrong. It tasted of lies, of fear, of fragile life clinging desperately to meaningless morality.A
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