Her Second Moon
But that night, beneath a blood moon and a sky split with silence,
when grief hollowed my chest and I had nothing left but regret—
she came.
No words.
Just light.
A silver glow gathered in her hands and drifted into mine—
warm, pulsing, ancient.
The Moon’s Time Key.
It shimmered with power I couldn’t understand, only feel.
The moment my fingers closed around it, the world held its breath.
Before dawn, I climbed the mountain trail to the forgotten temple.
The old priestess was already waiting.
Her eyes—clouded with age and moonlight—looked right through me.
“Before you turn the key,” she said,