Lunaria found herself alone in a burning forest.
Trees whispered her sins.
> "You let him suffer."
"You used him as the seal."
"You're not worthy of love."
Suddenly, she saw her younger self — covered in blood, holding a cursed blade.
Past-Lunaria whispered:
> "He never knew the full truth, did he?"
She wept. "I did it to protect him…"
But guilt takes form — and it took hers.
Her shadow stepped forward, wearing her old robes, wielding that same blade.
And whispered:
> "Then die protecting him now."
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