Blood moon's curse
They stopped on a blank page, and words began to scrawl across it, glowing faintly in the dim light.
Three paths. One choice. All fates converge.
The room darkened, and the air grew colder. Suddenly, the floor beneath them shimmered, and three distinct pathways materialized before them, each glowing with an otherworldly hue.
The Paths
The first path was bathed in a soft blue light, the air around it cool and calm. Images flickered above it—visions of a peaceful village, untouched by darkness. Aria recognized faces in the images: villagers from home, smiling, safe. But there was something haunting about the stillness, a sense of stagnation that made her chest tighten.
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