The White Wolf Luna
The silver thread remained in their hands, pulsing softly, its light weaving through the air like a living entity.
“What is this place?” Selene whispered, her voice trembling with awe. Her light flared instinctively, illuminating fragments of the worlds around them: a bustling city bathed in golden sunlight, a quiet forest dappled with moonlight, a battlefield scarred by war. Each fragment felt familiar, yet distant as if they were glimpses of memories not fully formed.
“This isn’t a place,” Aelira replied, her moonlight weaving frantically as she tried to make sense of the threads binding the worlds together. “It’s… everything. Every possibility, every choice, every moment that has ever exi
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