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IN WITCHCRAFT,
EACH ONE OF US
MUST REVEAL
OUR OWN TRUTH.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...
ACROSS THE STARS that blazed with a glorious sapphire pallor of pulsing glow, silver cosmic dust like the scattered embers of the smouldering flames blinked down at beskar honing soldier, illustrating the stygian heaven of beams. They always seemed to be there; twisting, churning, waging a war against themselves that was too passive and too fleeting for the human mind to deliberate.
Yet no matter what, no matter where Din Djarin stood in the galaxy, they always watched over him. The enchanting aureate celestial bodies smiled down at him when he did, and he knew that his anticipation was in bonne foi. She was alive; conscious in the soul; his love. With the stars that he had promised to take her to, manifesting a hope of return.
Until Myra the Goldenhad nothing left to lose. Only, she wished she did. It was straight of the rulebook when it said that a follower of the Ichor was never expected to search her past, a hex befalling those who did.
