The Miracle Luna
A gasp—raw, startled, human.
Light—not bright, but soft like sunlight through water—spreads from the point of contact. It washed over the creature’s skin. The black veins began to fade, one by one. The maggots shrivelled and fell. Patches of colour returned to its face—still scarred, still inhuman, but no longer rotting.
It fell to its knees.
Breathing.
Breathing like it hadn’t in centuries.
I stepped back, my hand trembling.
“What…” I whispered, looking at my palm, “What did I just do?”