Senja Yang Kehilangan Langitnya Mga Nobela at Kwento

The world around them was silent save for the steady patter of rain. "Allen," Serene said softly, breaking the silence. "I don’t have a home anymore." The butler stopped pushing the wheelchair. Allen, too, halted and looked at her. "My mother is gone, my sister is in prison, and my father barely comes home anymore. He’s too busy training someone else to take over the family. I’m alone." She opened her mouth as if to say more, but no words came. What could she say? This sense of isolation wasn’t new; it had always been the undercurrent of their relationship. Perhaps that realization was why she suddenly let out a dry, bitter laugh.

They accepted that Jasmine was gone and smiled at each other, ready to carry on. “Let’s go,” Hannah said with a loving smile. They both looked up at the sky and tried to release their wings but they were unable to. Garin tried again but his wings refused to come out; it was almost as if he didn’t have them anymore and it was the same for Hannah. “What’s happening to us? Why can’t we get our wings out?” Hannah asked. “I don’t know,” Garin replied. It wasn’t just their wings. They both felt different, like a part of them was missing and they had lost what made them celestial; whether it was temporary or permanent, they didn’t know.

A discomfort churned my stomach. “So what if you cut the curse on this world?” Killian smirked. “The sun is already dead and without the sun… the day can’t live. All you can do is enjoy this colourful sky and be satisfied until it turns completely black again.” My breaths trembled as I looked at him.

I wanted to fight, to scream, but my limbs wouldn't obey. Tears spilled down my cheeks, blurring everything. I'm sorry… my pups… Just as despair swallowed me whole, a voice cut through the darkness—cold, sharp, and laced with deadly rage. "Let her go!"

The sky over the world of Agano was not a welcoming sight. It did not possess the deep, comforting blue of the Tanzanian highlands or the predictable suburban haze of America. Instead, the atmosphere was the color of a fresh bruise—a violent, swirling purple that seemed to hum with a low-frequency vibration that rattled the teeth. There were no clouds in the traditional sense, only long, jagged streaks of shimmering light that looked like scars across the fabric of the heavens. The air itself felt heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and something metallic, like the taste of a copper coin against the tongue.

There comes a time when the light is so dense, suffocated in absolute darkness, that even the tiniest glimpse struggles to break through. The land bled from its pain, and the heavens wept in unison. Heavy rains poured from the sky, soaking the once-dry soil. The sorrow of fallen wolves hovered over the land. It was suffocating, unbearable, but Lina and the others couldn’t afford to give up—not when there was still life, still time.

Several stars stretched across the sky, twinkling at her like puppies staring at her with curious eyes. The moon was at the other end of the sky, but its light was able to illuminate the dark night and seemed to say: "There's nothing wrong with being alone for once. I'm here to protect you." Jenna sighed and climbed onto the car and lay on her back, looking up at the sky as if it held all the answers to her questions. Her heart was filled with so much sadness and loneliness that it felt like a huge rock pressing down on her chest. Her mind was empty. Silence, as if leaving her to grieve. Mourning the loss of her future husband who may never have been hers.

Like she was never there at all. ~~ By the second morning, the sky changes. Stars don’t wait for night here. They fall during the day, streaking across pale light like tears from the heavens. The terrain shifts, too. Grass gives way to crystal sand, and the wind begins to sing. Not howl. Sing. Lucien stops, head tilted. "It’s speaking in Old Skytongue. The language of the Windborne." I frown. "Can you understand it?" "Bits. Not all. It says... 'Return.' 'Awaken.' 'The fire must choose.'"

Kael shouted again, this time louder, not in sorrow but in fear. Above the ruins, one of the gods screamed—not a sound, but a tearing absence. Something had vanished. A presence once tethered to the heavens had slipped the chain. The sky turned inside out. And beneath the altar, the child whispered, “They’re looking for you now.” “Will you hide… or return unseen?”

Marina commanded While Dragging Little Mariana from her dazed state. She looked up once again and noticed that she cannot even see the sky anymore; the approaching colossus was even closer the first time she noticed its arrival. The clouds before were now replaced by hanging sky vines, the roots of the sky tree, and stalactites which all seemed to be pointed in their direction. Also, they had also been completely blocked by the sunlight. “But grandma, I want to look at it! It’s so big and beautiful and how is it flying?! It’s so amazing!” Mariana exclaimed.