Luna Wicken
Her touch was light—just the brush of a small hand against my cheek, yet it held a promise more profound than words could convey.
In that touch, a flood of emotions surged: love, hope, and redemption. Somehow, this small human had seen beyond the darkness, grasping hold of a truth that eluded even the wisest among us. This was the love I never knew I needed—the love I never imagined could exist.
But a voice, sharp and cutting, sliced through the reverie, pulling me back into a harsher reality. "Um, should we really be letting her touch people after we just found out what she is and how dangerous she is?"
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