Novel & Cerita Circles Poem

“Nothing touches you but me.” She inhaled, letting the words wash over her like a balm. The Circle hummed in response, shards glowing brighter under the synchronicity of their combined will. But just as her body and mind began to settle into the rhythm of victory, the first tremors of chaos rippled through the estate.

I drop down again below the hedge and something flashes into my mind, slicing through my consciousness like a sword through flesh. Every song is its own sort of spell, and every spell is like a broken circle. Don’t forget that. The magic is in the great lengths that the universe will go to in order to complete that circle. To achieve wholeness. Perfection. Infinity. The words echo in my ears as if they were spoken just a moment ago. I shake my head, trying to clear it, before peeking once more over the hedge.

It was a circle I have grown to know all too well. It was a circle of fire with flames forming a triangle inside it. The fire was a symbol… a triangle trapped in a circle ,just like the same symbol I found written in blood next to my dead mate and child.

‎ ‎But the circle lived in the turns no one saw. ‎ ‎In the soul who chose to turn back when forward was easier. ‎ ‎In the being who chose to pause when rushing was expected. ‎ ‎In the child who chose to ask “why” when the answer was “because.” ‎ ‎In the elder who chose to let the circle turn without them, trusting the young to carry it. ‎ ‎In the lover who chose to let go, knowing the circle would bring them back. ‎ ‎In the stranger who chose to join the circle, adding their turn to the whole.

Althea walked to the central stone and knelt, pressing her palm flat against it. “Open,” she whispered not as a spell, but as permission. The amphitheater responded. A soft vibration ran through the pillars. Air thickened. The Veil loosened. The pathway between worlds widened like a door unlocking. This was the first true preparation: making a space where twenty-one circles could arrive without crossing each other’s lanes and triggering territorial instinct. Dawlya didn’t just dislike one another. They competed by nature. A circle was an ecosystem. Introducing another circle’s magic into it felt like poison.

It was a large circle with runes and symbols running along its circumference and each stump now had a stage of the moon, eclipsing until the leftmost one was a full moon. The big circle was also glowing in the same blue light however it was growing brighter and illuminated the entire forest. The light was soothing yet powerful and I instantly felt as if I was in presence of some heavenly creation. My knees automatically buckled under my weight, as I fell to the ground and realized that I had been standing right in the center of the circle. The big circle connected all the stumps as everything in the circle began to glow. My eyes grew wide as I looked at the scene around me in a daze.

And on the fourth day, with my mouth cracked and dry because I drank the last drop of water hours ago, my belly grumbling since its last meal the day before, I see what the man in my dream was talking about. The city does look like it's inside of a circle. A road built so high off the ground it seems to float, encircling the city. The City of the Circle.

" That's! " Version 4 stops in his path and fell silent as he clenches his fist while his eyes darts around the ground looking for an answer. Haha! In your face I'm right!! " Circles and Circles you go around looking for reason that can't be found. Circles and Circles, without a sound, your tears can't be heard when they hit the ground." I mocked him as I walked backward in a circle around him. " Shin, what are you doing? It isn't nice to mock your senior. "

"The elixir is now active. Position yourself at the centre of the circle." I did as I was told, and put myself at the very centre, jjst below the strange writing. I watched my mother take a step back and pour a bit of the elixir into a small circle hole at the top of the line. She did that for each line and once she had poured some elixir into the last circle, each of the circles lit up.

Lucas I make my way to the ritual circle. The closer I get, the more it feels like something’s pulling me forward, tugging at some invisible thread buried deep inside me. When I step into the clearing, the circle is right there in the middle, carved into the earth like it’s been waiting for centuries. The lines are sharp and perfect, symbols etched into the dirt that I can’t even pretend to understand. Stones sit at the edges, worn smooth by time, each one marking a point on the outer ring.