Novel & Cerita Poem Calm

___ One And A Half-Blood Moon Ago: ——- As I stepped into the Calm Ethereal, it felt like I was walking into a dreamscape, a realm untouched by the passage of time. The air around me was imbued with a mystical serenity that soothed my very soul. A gentle luminescence enveloped me, emanating from everywhere and nowhere at once, dancing like soft candlelight across the endless expanse of pastel skies. The horizon blurred before my eyes, merging the hues of dawn and dusk into a breathtaking tapestry of lavender, rose, and gold. It created an ambiance that felt both familiar and ethereal wrapping me in its embrace.

“Anything on the wire?” McCall shook his head slow, voice rough. “Nada. Too damn quiet.” Hammer exhaled, breath fogging faint, coffee cooling fast in his hand. Quiet wasn’t peace—it was the calm before the crash. He’d felt it before—too many times—and it always ended bloody. The room hummed low—radios crackling, boots scuffing, a rifle clanking as someone loaded up. ***** ****** ****** ******* **** *** Miles off, in a forgotten corner of the city, Catalina leaned back in a leather chair, the warehouse around her a cave of shadows and noise.

everything shes feeling—every thank you she doesnt know how to put into words every fear shes been carrying alone every moment she tried to stand strong for her brother even when she was shaking inside— its all right there in her eyes. And something inside me settles. For the first time tonight, the air feels calm. Not forced. Not fragile. Just… calm. Like the storm finally exhausted itself and left us with something gentler in its place.

"Everything is fine. Everything will be okay. You’re okay." "Everything is fine. Everything will be okay. You’re okay." She kept saying to herself as she rocked back and forth, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the faucet that was still switched on. Her eyes were weary and her mind in a daze. She took the bottle of wine and drank the last of its contents, then she let the bottle roll out of her hand. Soon she slowly lay down on the tub till her whole body was submerged. She closes her eyes and she feels calm, her mind is blank, and she feels weightless as if she’s a leaf blown by the air in an undisturbed river. “So peaceful,” she thought to herself.

Calm belongs to someone who isn’t afraid of what comes next. I’ve seen him before. Not in this village. Not here, in daylight, with the sea glittering behind him like nothing is wrong. But I know the shape of him—how still he can be without seeming rigid, how he makes a space feel measured just by standing in it. He looks at me openly. The sun catches the edge of his cheekbone. He doesn’t squint. He doesn’t shift. It’s like he’s been waiting for this moment the way a person waits for a scheduled appointment. I take a step toward him before I think about whether it’s smart. It isn’t. But nothing has been smart lately. Everything has been instinct or panic, and I’m tired of pretending I’m only

“But not calm.” “Calm denies them data,” Dylan replied. Grant pushed off the counter. “Then let’s make this the most boring rebellion in history.” But the word boring did not fit what settled between us. Because calm was not empty. It was aware. Intentional. The kind of quiet that comes before something real, not something forced. The house continued moving, but now it felt less like being taken and more like waiting. Waiting to see if we would break the stillness ourselves. I became aware of Dylan’s hand resting near mine on the table. Not touching.

And the calm that followed, was not peace. It was acceptance before motion.

After all, how could the currents of fate have conspired to bestow such an uninterrupted sense of calm upon the canvas of my existence? The unbroken chain of peaceful moments was akin to a symphony of stillness, a melody so harmonious that it almost felt orchestrated. It was as if the universe had momentarily pressed pause on its ceaseless tumult, allowing me to bask in the warmth of this unexpected respite. I traversed my days with cautious optimism, half-expecting the other shoe to drop and shatter this idyllic reverie.

And right then, wrapped in war's mess, in a mend spot smelling herbs and clean, knowing long mend ahead, I felt something not felt in ages. Calm. True calm. The type from outlasting the wild and spotting yourself still up on flip side. We claimed it. Alliance safe. Lila out. And I breathing to catch it. That enough. More than. It all.

Her sad eyes stared at the moon, appreciating its marvelous beauty, drowning her with her thoughts. Its soft glow shining on her pale skin which seemed to be porcelain glistening under the luminescence of the moon. The silence around her, and the cold air giving her the peace that she had once in a while. Finally drowning herself in something that she had longed for. A few strands of her hair dancing along with the wind. The fresh scent of camellias was blown by the wind to her, like a calming incense that helped her clear her mind. Her eyes watch the clouds roll and go into the sky.