Snow Luna
Moonlight spilled across the floor, soft and silver.
Sleep came slowly.
But when it did, it came like a storm.
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The dream began in silence.
Then came the growl.
Low. Mournful. Agonized.
Lydia stood in a cavernous room, lit only by flickering torches mounted to cold, damp stone walls. Chains hung from the ceiling like twisted vines. The air was thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and damp fur. Every breath burned in her lungs.
Ahead of her stood a cage—its black iron bars warped into jagged, unnatural angles. And behind them…
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