Deaths Possession
I blink it away hard and fast, not wanting to miss a single second of this moment.
“What the fuck…” I whisper, swiping at my face.
Caelum walks a few paces ahead of me, his silhouette carved in perfect arrogance against the pastel sky. Rose gold, washed peach, misty purples bleed across the horizon, melting at the edges, swirling wet ink on silk. But there’s no sun. I crane my neck, squint against the impossible light. It’s just a glow, soft and sourceless.
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