The Goddess Vessel
He carried a small, velvet pouch.
"Luna," he greeted softly, his eyes assessing my state without judgment. "How are you feeling?"
"Empty," I admitted, the word feeling inadequate. "And... different. Like a room that's been cleared out, waiting for new furniture."
"A apt analogy," he nodded. "The null-stone did not steal from you; it evicted a tenant. Now, the house is yours alone to furnish." He opened the pouch and poured a few small, rough-cut crystals into his palm. They were a milky white, shot through with silvery veins. "Selenite. The very stone that dampens the moon's power. But for you, now, it should be a focus, not a cage. It resonates with the energy you now hold. Try."
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