The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen
they were just echoes of a hunger I refused to name.
Eden's hand finds mine, his touch anchoring me. "Mom. *Fight*."
His blood drips onto the Star, and the Weaver's threads snap.
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The Star's hunger becomes a song.
I let it devour the void-tendrils, the marsh, the Weaver's tapestry. Lila flees, her thorns crumbling. The Devourer's kin shriek as the Star consumes them, their essence fueling a new storm-one woven from my rage, my grief, my *regret*.
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