ATM Rewrite: B3 — 41. Wounded Hearts (Patreon)

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1. Sela (Our Awakening Fae!)

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The portal’s dissolution left Sela’s awakened senses reeling from the sudden shift in magical resonance. Where Honeydew’s ruins had vibrated with corrupted familiarity, this space struck her as fundamentally wrong.

Foundation sterility wrapped something far older—and far more dangerous.

The Moon Wizard’s—her father’s—realm lay ahead, sealed behind a barrier no one had breached. In this false history, only three years had passed, not the near-century the Foundation believed.

She found herself in what appeared to be an elaborate waiting room, its sleek metal surfaces and clinical lighting completely at odds with the massive tree that dominated the far wall. Ancient bark twisted upward through reinforced ceiling panels, its roots spreading beneath polished floors that had clearly been built around it rather than through it.

The contradiction made her head ache.

A Foundation facility housing something they couldn’t control, she realized, her restored senses picking up the layered magical signatures. How very like them to build a cage and call it cooperation. This lie that my Unseelie existence helped perpetuate is…nauseating. Yet, still so many questions left to be answered.

She blinked and glanced around.

Large reinforced windows lined the outer wall, revealing the moon’s cratered surface and the steady parade of alien craft drifting overhead—oblivious observers to the cosmic chess game playing out beneath their feet.

The irony would have amused her once. Now it only underscored how small her own marshland conflicts were in Miami, compared to the broader tapestry of the existence they inhabited.

Her released wings fluttered, responding to the magical currents swirling through the space as the others entered through the portal behind her. Her wings’ agitation wasn’t solely from the hidden threat beneath their feet.

They weren’t alone.

“Queen Sela.”

The voice drew her attention to the waiting area’s seating arrangement, where two figures sat in careful formation. Her gaze went immediately to the woman she’d expected to find—Grand Chancellor Elowen Moonshadow, poised on a bench near the tree’s magical barrier with the same elegant composure she’d worn during their previous meeting.

But it was what her awakened senses revealed that made Sela’s heart constrict.

Her enhanced perception read the micro-expressions, the spiritual resonance, the way Elowen’s shoulders held themselves with resigned authority rather than shame.

No guilt. No defensiveness. Not even a hint of regret… She is immutable, even now.

All that shows is a deep, abiding melancholy that speaks of terrible choices made with full knowledge of their cost… Will my suspicions prove true?

Sela understood with crystal clarity what was to come, yet she had to play it out—she wondered if this was what Mia and her mothers felt in their foreknowledge.

This woman who taught me to weave light into flowers when I was seven years old genuinely believes that ordering my death was the most compassionate choice available. Is that the point we are at? How sad of a situation is this, truly?

The recognition and understanding hit harder than anger would have.

This wasn’t betrayal—it was mathematics. Cold, precise, and utterly without malice.

“Elowen,” Sela replied, her voice carrying new harmonics as the Heart of Honeydew’s power settled into her soul, like slow-moving puzzle pieces. “Still playing teacher, I see.”

With each new piece of her past life that gradually fit into place, she found new light filling darkness—which meant The Darkness was failing.

Raven, the Foundation executive, rose from his chair with fluid grace from beside Elowen, one of Sela’s former tutors. He wasn’t fully human, but some mixed avian—an alien—beneath the surface; his history was tragic, though he would not know such details.

Still, the way his golden eyes, almost holding a poetic weight, still slid to her heartbroken, former caretaker was moving—there was an untold link between her maid and the sole surviving ravan-man as he inclined his head respectfully to them both.

“Your Majesty,” he said, the title carrying genuine acknowledgment rather than political courtesy. “I should thank you. I say that as an itch behind my nose, yet I cannot tell you why. Isn’t that thrilling?”

Sela felt something unknot in her chest she hadn’t realized was there. Magical tugs dotting across the overhead blue sphere of Earth—fae life, her scattered subjects, the ones who’d followed her into this dream exile to serve her, rather than abandon their corrupted queen…

“…I thought you’d killed them,” she admitted, her voice softer than she’d intended as Aiden, Aelion, Eyia, and Rosewood lingered at her back, listening intently, ready for action.

Raven’s smile held surprising warmth, drifting from his Black Queen—Queenie—to the four figures behind them. It was merely the shadow of a second before his full attention was on her.

“But, of course, my slumbering queen. We may be cold, but the Foundation’s mission is not to be evil or cruel. At least, the organization I signed on to support wasn’t.” His expression darkened slightly. “Though I fear that may have changed since our inception three years ago.”

“So it would seem. Now, the Unseelie curse is being lifted. Soon, the veil over their souls will lift, and once again, Honeydew will sing… Only, to what tune? So many are still lost to oblivion…”

“Be not sad, Your Majesty, hope still remains. There’s a signal fire yet to light.”

They turned toward the almost sinister and impish figure at her side, half-Unseelie. The crease in her mouth lifted ever-so-slightly as she bowed her head, then glided past Raven, something magical snapping between them as the rascal of an attendant sat regally on a seat. 

“Queenie,” Sela whispered, attempting to still the rush of various emotions sliding through her as Elowen watched without a word. “You’re as impatient as always.”

“Naturally, my darling girl,” the Black Queen murmured, her voice carrying a note she almost found nostalgic from her own Unseelie servants. “I see your memories are coming into place. And look how you’ve grown. Though I do hope you’ll forgive the state of things. Being imprisoned for existing tends to leave one rather…fragmented, Raven.”

“Indeed, they do…”  The man’s brow furrowed, a shiver running down his spine while lingering on the impish kindling the woman had sparked to life again. “If only we had more time.”

Her gray skin patched with void-dark sections, seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. Her eyes held depths that normal geometry couldn’t contain, and when she smiled, it was with the expression of someone who’d raised a child and found them grown beyond all expectation.

Queenie, Sela’s heart whispered, even as her mind struggled to reconcile the broken woman before her with memories of silk gowns and midnight stories.

“If only,” the queen returned, allowing a stillness to pass between them. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“It appears I do. And as touching as this reunion is,” Raven sighed, his attention shifting to a holographic display that materialized beside him, “I’m afraid my own reunion awaits.”

The display showed a figure walking alone down what appeared to be a cosmic pathway—a road of stars stretching through impossible void. Beside him walked a shape of pure shadow, humanoid but wrong in ways that made the eye slide away from direct observation.

“The Administrator, from what I’m piecing together.” Aiden said stepping closer to her. “All I sense is chaos…controlled chaos. Causality is spiraling. It’s as if we’re heading down a maelstrom.” 

“In a manner of speaking, both are true.” Raven’s smile held a poet’s melancholy as he studied the display. “Though human is not what I’d call him anymore, and I suspect what walks beside him is even less so… The memetic entity. It’s been growing stronger by the minute. Titania’s plot, it seems, only…for what end, I cannot tell.”

He turned to face them all, his expression serene despite the implications of what he was describing.

“It must have been inside my head, I’ve lost the hope that I have left,” he said quietly, his voice taking on an almost musical quality. His halo-like irises looked not into the hologram but the void of what had come before as his memories returned. “And now, at last, it comes to pass… We sleep, we dream, we have no less. Along the path, we lost our way.”

The Black Queen’s fractured features shifted into something approaching concern, her own past resurfacing within her presence. “Raven, is that your decision?”

“Mmm. It’s all a game that I must play, My Imp.” His bright eyes found hers with regret, and for a moment, something desperately human flickered in their depths. “We live, we breathe, we die. And now the weak that fall, return to ash, defeated after all.”

Sela’s awareness widened, drawing her into the wicked world where she’d hidden, picking up the threads of fate weaving around the executive. Voices crying out in the dark—Save this selfish world.

“You’re going to face it,” Sela realized, light shedding understanding upon the clouds that were gathering. “You’re walking into the same trap that claimed the Administrator to stem the tide, if for a moment.”

“Perhaps.” Raven’s smile never wavered. “But someone has to try. Say a prayer for the wounded heart within, as I become the dark of you.” He paused, his gaze lingering on the Black Queen. “Though I do hope something worth saving remains when this is over, forever lost in time, with every dream we find, we feed, we burn, we lie…for the fall of humankind. May we fade away to the wicked world we live.”

The Black Queen rose with less grace than usual, standing at a crossroads before letting her walls fall. She moved to hover before him. For a moment, her fractured features seemed to settle into something approaching wholeness.

“You beautiful, foolish man,” she whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Save this selfish world if you can. But remember—even in the dark, love leaves echoes.”

Raven captured her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “Let go,” he murmured against her skin, then stepped back and walked toward the sealed exit, his form already beginning to blur at the edges as feathers fell around him.

The door they’d entered from sealed behind him with a sound like a closing coffin. He headed for the fifth door below Avalon to meet his fallen mentor.

In the silence that followed, Sela found her own fractured heart at its own crossroads. She took her maid’s hand to pull her into a gentle embrace, feeling a hollow within her wounded soul that Raven had filled and now left…for her.

As brief as this moment between them was, she knew it was enough.

Drawing away to allow the fallen queen her dignity, Sela’s gaze lifted to the dagger plunged into her own chest—Elowen, studying her from a distance that was a world apart, expression unchanging.

No surprise. No protest. No attempt to stop Raven or offer her own opinion.

So unlike you… Yet, always the one to take action.

“You expected this,” Sela said.

Eyia and Aelion drew closer, cautious eyes fixated on Avalon Academy’s highest steward, who was not present at her post, and for good reason. Rosewood was already trembling, unable to turn away from the woman who had raised her, who she had dedicated her whole, ancient life to. Raven’s earlier words resonated between them all.

“I expected many things, Little One,” Elowen replied, her voice carrying the weight of ages of hard decisions that predated Sela’s mothers’ arrival; a soul who was the foil of High Queen Titania’s wounded heart. “The question that matters is whether we’re brave enough to face what comes next.”

“Which brings us to why we’re really here.” Sela stepped forward, her restored power lending authority to her words even as old affection complicated her tone. “Tell me truthfully, Elowen. Was it really the High Queen who ordered my death, or was that decision yours?”

The Grand Chancellor met her gaze without flinching, and for a moment, Sela saw the woman who’d once braided flowers in a seven-year-old’s hair.

“Mine,” Elowen said simply. “Titania is too maternal, too selfish and hopeful that there’s always another way. Oberon, too focused on threats to see individuals clearly, as typical of him, yet unnaturally pulled to another foil I had not anticipated,” she whispered, focus drifting to the artificial Founder beside Aiden before returning to her. “But someone had to make the hard choice.”

Within the rain and thunder that stormed through Sela’s heart, Eyia’s sharp intake of breath cut through the air like a blade. “You admit it. You ordered her murder. Then you are to be held responsible.”

“Eyia,” Sela solemnly whispered, holding a hand up to stop the valkyrie’s advance, “wait. It isn’t so simple.”

“Betrayal rarely is,” she stated, icy tone matching her frosty eyes, blonde locks flowing behind the warrior. “Yet consequences come from every action, no matter the intent.”

“Not wrong, young woman,” Elowen returned without a hint of avoidance, meeting Eyia’s gaze, which Sela had to respect, given the hostility. “I did order her death. I also had my consequences… Banishment, as you can see.”

Her tone held no defensiveness, only that terrible, resigned melancholy. “My reason? Sela’s continued existence was prolonging everyone’s suffering and losing more precious lives by the day. If she died, The Darkness would have nowhere to anchor itself. The dream would collapse, yes—but Mia would be forced to act decisively to protect her daughter. Everyone would be saved at the cost of one life.”

“Banishment?” Aelion repeated, his tattoos flickering with suppressed magic as the Black Queen’s gaze shifted to him with sadness. “So that’s what Jin was getting with your absence. Sela’s life meant nothing to you. I can see flashes—the time you spent with us. With me, as short as it was… I don’t understand it. Why save this selfish world if it sacrifices people to live?” 

“How short-sighted and blind for someone with so much potential,” Elowen replied, her composure finally cracking enough to reveal the pain beneath. “One life that meant everything to me, yet so too are those who are snatched, night by night from the entity we failed to stop.”

She turned her sight to Sela with pain but no regret. “Do you think it was easy, ordering the death of a child I helped raise? You know so little, yet try to make decisions you do not need to pay the price of. Do you think I felt nothing when I gave Rosewood that corrupted artifact? I see her shaken faith. Her questioning the foundations of her soul…”

Elowen stood, her wings shimmering with distressed energy. “It was hubris to think I could enact it cleanly. Yes, Little One, even I can be moved by emotion. I could not simply sit and wait while reality crumbled around us, soul by soul. I did what I believed was best for those under my care. I can never walk away from you; you are already a part of me.”

“So you kill a piece of yourself to save the whole…” Queenie sighed, finding her hands at her front and showing pain of fallen stewards, defeated by an inevitable decay. “That is you, Elowen. Even if it meant becoming a monster yourself. We feed, we burn, we lie as we fade away to the wicked world we live…”

“You and your poetry,” Elowen whispered, shoulders squared. “Though Jin clearly had insights I lacked. When she entered the school, I knew my time was limited. As selfish I was to preserve the masses by the one, and despite what many will think of me in history, my plan was made in love.”

“And what was that plan?” Aiden interjected, rainbow flames dancing around his frame as Rosewood entered an internal crisis no one could save her from—consequences of the idol she followed. “What exactly was the endgame here?”

Rosewood spoke quietly from her position on the floor, where she’d collapsed.

“She told me it would save everyone—that this was the High Queen’s plan—that forcing Lady Mia’s hand was the only way to break the stalemate.” Her voice cracked. “I never questioned whether I was just another piece being moved across the board. Now…banished?”

The elder’s realization seemed to hit her like a punch to the kidney. “You lied to me? How many lies? I did everything… Who else did you manipulate using the High Queen’s authority?”

Elowen’s expression softened with something approaching pity. “Everyone, Abigail. From the moment Tiri crashed into our moon and shattered the seals, yet do not think my actions were singular but reactionary. We’ve all been pawns in someone else’s game. The only choice was whether to play consciously or remain blind to the board.”

“Speaking of the board,” the Black Queen interjected, moving toward the ancient tree blocking the way into the Moon Wizard’s realm, “I believe it’s time we saw the players behind the game… We walk to the end. What that is? Who can say? But the way is open…”

She gestured, and the magical barrier surrounding the tree’s base began to dissolve. “The truth lies beneath the surface, not atop. Your father waits, darling girl, though I fear what we’ll find won’t bring the comfort you seek.”

The tree’s roots parted like curtains, revealing a doorway carved from living wood that pulsed with power older than civilizations. Beyond lay descending steps that seemed to spiral down into the moon’s very heart.

“My mothers,” Sela whispered, memories flaring as she felt their presence far below. “They’re here. But they’re…”

“Chained,” Queenie confirmed. “Held by the same force that’s been slowly consuming everything else. Our memetic friend has been busy, collecting even the most powerful beings as entries in its unknowable design.”

Sela’s restored heart clenched as understanding crystallized. “If it can capture The Morrigan themselves…”

“Then we’re facing something that operates by rules none of us fully understand,” Aiden finished grimly. “I doubt their grandmother will intervene, as well. The Fae Founder family is quite…complicated, as Alva told us. They explicitly demanded She isolate herself from their courts, and She agreed.”

“Unfortunate, indeed,” the Black Queen smiled, her fractured features somehow beautiful in their brokenness. “Precisely why we need to go deeper. Come, my dear ones. Let’s see what waits in the hollow heart of the moon, and perhaps learn why some lights shine brightest just before they’re extinguished.”

Sela’s fingers curled into a fist before it rose to press against her chest, feeling the beat within. “I have to believe there is hope at the end of this tunnel… A plan.”

Eyia didn’t look thrilled, but she nodded. “Jin says Sora is the center. Even with  her failings and machinations, I choose to believe in her vision, even if I cannot see it.”

Aiden forced a chuckle as Aelion moved to support Rosewood. “I guess one of us needs to think she’s not just messing with us… Whatever is coming, it’s scattering my causality with so much power, I can’t stop it.”

Queenie beckoned them forward. “That’s because, all the pieces are already lined up. All that’s left is for the dominoes to fall, and fall they must…”

Sela took the first step forward, leading the way as they descended into the lunar depths. She felt the weight of the potent, alien forces pressing against her consciousness. Below, something vast and patient waited in the dark as its chains broke, link by link with every memory returned to her.

The tree’s interior proved to be far more than simple bark and wood. Crystalline veins pulsed along the walls with bioluminescent patterns that reminded Sela of neural networks—as if they walked through the synapses of some massive, sleeping mind. The air itself hummed with potential energy, and each step down the spiraling pathway felt like descending through layers of compressed reality.

“This is a fragment of the Realm Tree itself,” the Black Queen explained, her voice echoing strangely in the organic corridors, “isn’t that right, Elowen? Rooted not in soil, but in the conceptual bedrock of this universe.”

The former Academy steward said nothing, somber expression maintaining her decorum.

Aelion’s tattoos responded to the ambient magic, casting shifting shadows on the walls. “How old is the Realm Tree? From here, it feels…different than in Avalon. As if the surface is a new sprout.”

“Oh, what clever dreams can do,” Elowen stated, her usual composure giving way to something approaching wonder. “When the wolf’s crash shattered the lunar seals and brought a new branch of the memetic entity, it exposed paths meant to stay hidden until the end of all cycles. It is the Root Core of the Universe.”

“Cool,” Aiden nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I mean, what else am I supposed to say?” he asked at the looks the others gave him. “Act as if I know what that means?”

Sela couldn’t help but let a small smile tilt her lips. He was clearly trying to lighten the atmosphere. A noble attempt.

They reached the tree’s root system sooner than she expected through leygates—massive tendrils that stretched beyond sight, disappearing into chambers carved from pure moonstone.

At the center of the root nexus stood an archway that definitely hadn’t grown naturally. Its surface rippled like disturbed mercury, displaying glimpses of impossible geometries beyond.

“A portal hub,” Sela mumbled, her awakened senses recoiling from the sheer scope of what she was perceiving. “So this is what you meant by the Root Core of the Universe. It connects to…”

“Everywhere that matters,” her caretaker finished. “And a few places that don’t. Your father was always thorough in his preparations. Oh, did I mention,” she snickered with a wink, “he was the one who seeded this universe as an experiment. It was something about him that drew your mothers to this particular seed of a multiverse within Mia’s room, you could say. Coming? We have no time to waste!”

The Black Queen stepped through the archway without hesitation, her form dissolving into silver light. One by one, the others followed, reality folding around them like origami made of space and time.

When Sela emerged, she stepped into a chamber that defied every assumption she’d ever held about celestial bodies.

The hollow moon theory, she thought with grim amusement upon entering the core of their reality. And humans once thought Earth was the center of the universe. Who knew, it was actually its moon. I doubt any human theorist imagined this.

They stood on a platform of diamond starlight, suspended within a vast spherical cavity that stretched for miles in every direction. The inner surface of the moon’s shell curved overhead, inlaid with constellations that moved in slow, hypnotic patterns—not reflections of the cosmos above, but living stellar maps that tracked the flow of cosmic forces across the universe’s many dimensions and realms.

And between them and those distant walls flowed The Darkness—Her Darkness.

Here, it moved like protective mist, swirling in patterns that spoke of conscious intent. Barriers within barriers, holding something at bay with desperate determination.

“Kari,” Aiden breathed, his rainbow flames brightening as they responded to something in the distance. “Is that—what is she doing here?”

Sela followed his gaze and saw her—a small figure suspended in blinding chains within a membrane of liquid shadow, far below in what might have been an underwater city. The wolf girl floated motionless, her silver aura creating the very seal that held their reality together.

“She’s taken over as the anchor,” Sela realized.

“Then where’s Tiri?!”

“I don’t know…”

“Aiden,” Aelion muttered, placing a hand on his shoulder as the firebird lurched to run to the edge and most likely jump. “That isn’t what she needs. You know that.”

“How do—no, you’re right… Breathe. I need to have faith in her. There’s a plan. Everything is in motion. She’s a fenris wolf. But if she’s there, Tiri must be free. Kari’s—”

“Paying the price of being a big sister,” the Moon Wizard’s voice echoed through the chamber.

Sela spun toward the sound, her heart clenching as a figure stepped out from behind one of the floating crystal formations. Tall, robed in garments that seemed woven from captured starlight, his face kind but bearing the weight of cosmic responsibility.

Her father. Her true father.

Not the king of her false memories, but the architect who had helped The Morrigan create her as a bridge between order and chaos—between fae and something else.

An anomaly, like Sora herself.

“Hello, little honey-drop,” he said softly, opening his arms as he had when she was seven years old and frightened by nightmares of the future. “I’ve missed you terribly.”

Everyone else faded away from Sela’s mind and notice.

Sela found herself running toward him before conscious thought could intervene, cosmic power and terrible knowledge momentarily forgotten in the face of a father’s love—memories of his attempts to save her giving way to the real time she’d spent with her anchor.

When his arms closed around her, she felt small and safe for the first time in what seemed like centuries.

“My mothers?” she whispered against his chest. “I can feel them, but they’re…”

“Trapped,” he confirmed, his voice heavy with sorrow. “Come. See what we’re truly fighting against.”

He led them to the chamber’s center, where three figures floated in perfect stasis within crystalline prison-spheres. Even through the barriers, Sela could feel the overwhelming presence of The Morrigan—not as one being, but as three aspects of creation given form.

The Maiden, eternally young and filled with creative possibility.

The Mother, radiant with nurturing power and protective fury.

The Crone, ancient with wisdom and terrible in her knowledge of endings.

All three suspended, their bodies eclipsed by shadows that writhed with alien intelligence.

“My mothers,” Sela whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pressed her hands against the nearest barrier.

“The memetic entity surrounds them,” her father explained, his own voice thick with pain. “It doesn’t just consume—it catalogs. Every thought, every memory, every possibility gets filed away in its cosmic database. They’re still alive, still aware…but ensnared in a prison of pure information, processed and stored for eternity…that you slow and eclipse with your arms.”

Rosewood’s voice came out strangled. “If it can capture The Morrigan themselves…”

“Then no one inside this game can save them—save us,” the Moon Wizard said simply, glancing to the former head of Avalon Academy. “Elowen, you were not wrong in your analysis. Oberon visited me not long ago, expressing his own frustrations. We are merely falling slower into the deep, buying time for any chance—one impossible hope that Titania now claims has opened.”

“Sora,” Aiden breathed, understanding dawning in his rainbow eyes. “It all goes back to Sora, huh? How many times are we going to say that? But…how?”

The Moon Wizard nodded, his expression mixing hope and terror. “The one who shouldn’t exist but does, and through that blueprint, Sela, and you, Aelion, were made. I cannot tell you what is in motion, but it moves…"

He never finished the sentence.

The moment Sela’s tears touched the shimmering barriers, everything changed.

The Darkness that had been holding the seals together began to collapse, its protective mist drawn inexorably toward the three imprisoned aspects of her mothers. As it touched their prison spheres, the shadows eclipsing them began to crack and peel away like old paint.

“The spell’s broken. Sela!” The Moon Wizard reached for her, but it was too late.

The memetic entity erupted from the failing seals with the sound of a trillion filing cabinets bursting open at once. Information made manifest, alien intelligence vast and terrible, pouring out of its containment with predatory hunger.

But as it surged toward them, ready to catalog and consume everything in its path, the shadows fell away completely from The Morrigan—Raven appeared in Sela’s mind, fist plunged through the Administrator’s chest, his own penetrated in return, as they began to fuse.

He is acting as the bridge? But that shouldn’t work? Is it Kari…

Her gaze fell below, the tremble running through the moon itself as the whole universe shook with the wolf’s bristling fur. Unknown energy coiled around her, her growl resonating through the fabric of space-time itself. 

Three pairs of ancient eyes opened, snatching her attention with their blazing power. Three voices spoke in perfect harmony, words that rewrote the fundamental laws of existence around them:

“When darkness surrounds, the most unlikely light can bring hope… She knows. Mia trembles.”

The Maiden smiled with the joy of new beginnings.

The Mother reached out with hands that had shaped worlds.

The Crone nodded with the satisfaction of plans finally coming to fruition.

And then, just as Kari was drawn into an abyss beneath the lake, the world itself began to change. The entity pulsed. Then—every atom became laced with white fire.

A vision flooding Sela’s enhanced vision from every angle.

Not destruction, but transformation, purity—reality itself being rewritten from the quantum level up. The memetic entity’s alien intelligence recoiled as it encountered something it couldn’t catalog, couldn’t file away, couldn’t understand.

And all Sela saw was Sora, wrapped in white fire, brighter than a universe’s core flame.

Pure creation, flowing like molten starlight through the hollow heart of the moon.

Through the space between heartbeats, Sela felt her awareness expand beyond the boundaries of self, touching something vast and warm and utterly unfamiliar.

Sora… What have you done?

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