The Rejected Blood Moon
Those who touched it saw flashes—
Lyra’s light dancing through the first rain,
Kaenor’s laughter as he built his first hearth,
the snow falling on the night of his passing.
Each vision faded like breath on glass,
leaving warmth behind.
Nara sat beneath the tree each night,
her hands clasped in her lap.
She could feel Kaenor’s essence within the Flow—
not gone, but diffused,
woven through every ember and heartbeat.
“You’re part of everything now,” she whispered.
“Just like she is.”
The Tree hummed softly in response,
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