Chasing my Luna
“Jessica, you’re our dawn, our heart. This truth—it’s yours to define. We’re with you, always.”
The hollowness pulsed, and the loom flared, weaving a vision of the nexus’s truth: a cosmos of love, their bond eternal, but fragile, held by Jessica’s hollowness—a void that could heal or shatter all. Then it shifted, showing a nexus broken, her companions fading, the fracture’s weavers reborn, their wrath consuming eternity. The first twist came: Verith wasn’t a weaver—she was the nexus’s heart, not Jessica’s, a fragment of its creation seeking to merge with her or destroy her. The chamber trembled, and the tapestry tore, the fracture surging—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethr
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