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Nova I’m pacing. Again. My thoughts spiral, a constant loop of dead ends and unanswered questions. I spent the entire afternoon interrogating the witches, demanding answers, clawing at anything that might make sense of this magic. This curse. And yet—nothing. Not because the answers don’t exist. No, they do. But no one will give them to me. Every time I ask, the witches shrink away. Whisper half-hearted apologies before vanishing like shadows. Cowards… Or maybe they’re just loyal. Loyal to a goddess who doesn’t give a damn about me.