Chasing my Luna
“The gentle star isn’t a weaver, a collapse, or a dawn—it’s a mirror, reflecting what we desire most. But mirrors can lie, Jessica. This peace could be the nexus’s final trap.”
Lucas cradled his bandaged wrist, his grin faint, his eyes haunted by battles, his voice a mix of hope and dread. “A trap? We just saved eternity, and now the nexus wants to play games? I want that vacation, Jess, but this feels like a setup.”
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