ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN
Liora’s knees buckled.
“She’s… what we gave up.”
Liolai clutched her thread tighter. “Or what we still might lose.”
The Librarian stepped forward again, It towered now, twice its height, arms elongating like knives. Its voice came not in sound, but pain. This being is unfiled. She is contradiction. She must be erased.
The child looked up. Her eyes didn’t flinch, Instead, she raised her hand, And from it burst not fire, But laughter. Pure, Unwritten, Real, The Librarian stumbled, screeched, and, Split apart.
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