-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝐌𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝐭
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒:
𝕭eneath the 𝖘ilver glow of the moon, where silhouettes 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘻 between reality and 𝖒yth, I never expected my 𝖜orld to 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭.
──── ִֶָ☾. ────࣪
𝕿here were a...
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❛I walked into the dark, not to survive— but to matter.❜
𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 anticipated change-not truly. Even when the wind felt strange on my skin, even when my bones whispered of something approaching, I didn't believe it. I lived my days in a fragile world, suspended in the illusion of normalcy. It never crossed my mind that I, in my short life, would be drawn into a world of myths and monsters. A fairytale, they might call it-though this was no tale meant for children. This was the kind with teeth.
I remember the exact moment I knew. My heart pounding like a war drum, breath shallow, hands trembling against my sides. I looked into the eyes of the huntress-dark as obsidian, glinting with malice and hunger-and I felt no regret. Only certainty.
The choices I made, reckless though they were, were my own. It began with a discovery I should never have made, a truth that cracked the foundation of the only life I'd known. I uncovered them-those who walked beside us, unseen, untouched by time or death. Creatures not meant for the light of day. And still, I welcomed them. With open arms. With open eyes.
I should have turned away. But fate had already written my name in ink long dried.
It started with a glimpse-my first sighting. Or perhaps, the moment I persuaded myself to step beyond the veil. To cross into their world, unknowingly threading the noose around my own neck. Like a fawn willingly stepping into the den of wolves. Foolish. Senseless. But inevitable.
And even now, with death stalking near, I would do it all again. Because this-this wasn't for me.
I would die today. With a smile on my lips and peace in my bones, because he would live. They would live. My pain, my suffering, would mean something. And that was more than most ever received.
They say ignorance is bliss, but I found a truer kind of bliss within the storm of knowledge. In the bitter wind of truth. So mourn me not. Not when my end is merely the echo of a life lived for something greater.
I stood in that shadowed auditorium, cloaked in false confidence, as the huntress moved toward me-graceful, lethal, smiling a smile that would haunt eternity. And still, I did not flinch.
