The Rejected Blood Moon
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The Eternal Beginning
The Blood Moon shone over the new creation,
its glow reaching every sea,
every star,
every breath.
It no longer symbolized curse or loss.
It was remembrance.
Promise.
Home.
And in its light,
the Flow sang quietly to itself—
a melody without beginning or end,
a rhythm that will never grow old.
For every universe that ends,
another waits to begin.
And in each beginning,
someone listens for the whisper before creation,
hears the heartbeat of love beneath the silence,
and dares, once more,
to say—
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