Chasing my Luna
Bryan’s glow erupted, his form vanishing, his whisper a vow: “We believe in you.”
The abyss roared, the starfield collapsing, the child’s curse consuming all. Jessica reached the loom, her glow nearly gone, her body trembling, tears flooding her face. “Our love is our strength!” she screamed, pouring her will into the threads, weaving their truth against the curse. The hydra shrieked, its forms fracturing, but the loom pulsed, threads slashing her flesh, her heart faltering. A vision surged: the nexus shattered, her companions dead, Jessica alone, her hollowness a throne for the child’s curse.
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