Fake Vow, True Luna
The intricate carvings on its surface depicted wolves dancing under a moonlit sky, their forms filled with grace and power.
Hesitating for only a moment, I opened it.
The chuckle that escaped my lips was wild and disbelieving. Resting inside was a stone—a peridot. Its green depths seemed to pull me in, calling to the very essence of my being. The light caught its facets, making it shimmer and glow with an otherworldly beauty.
Holding it aloft, I felt a pulse—an energy radiating from the gemstone, seeking connection. And as that pulse met the beat of my heart, the room seemed to fade away, replaced by a cacophony of emotions and sensations.
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