Luna’s Rebellion
Once, I stood on its highest spire and promised the stars I’d never come back.
Promises.
What fragile little lies.
The ground trembles beneath me—not from my weight, but from what moves inside me.
The Abyss didn’t just give back what I buried.
It gave more.
Too much.
Every heartbeat now is a drumbeat of war, pulsing with power that hums in my teeth, my bones, my blood.
The sky listens.
The dead listen.
And somewhere, far beyond, the gods flinch.
You feel it, don’t you? The voice is softer now, no longer the roar of a storm but the hiss of silk over steel.
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