ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN
The air fractured like glass, showing flashes of countless worlds, versions of herself collapsing, weeping, laughing, dying.
“I see them all,” she said, her voice shaking. “Every version of love you’ve ever imagined. It hurts.”
Lyra’s heart twisted. “Because it’s real.”
“I don’t know if I want real.”
“Then you’re already human,” Lyra said softly.
Elyndra looked at her, a goddess trembling like a child. “If I break, will you still love me?”
Lyra stepped closer. “I’ll love you because you break.”
Something inside Elyndra snapped. The light around her flared, violent and desperate. The red moon split from the silver, rising higher, bleeding across the sky.
Bab Populer