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They say some doors only open once.
Luna lied to her father about a research trip to the Philippines. She didn't mention the impossible theory her vanished mother left behind.
The pot swallowed her whole.
Now she's crawling out of it into pre-colonial Madja-as during a pirate raid, where bodies fall like rain and survival isn't a skill you learn in international schools. The pot won't reopen. Her geometric tattoos burn with power she can't control. And somewhere in this brutal, beautiful world, there's a Keeper she's supposed to find.
Except the Keeper is dead.
Luna has spent her whole life trusting no one, needing no one, surviving alone. But here, blood soaks into communal earth. Here, warriors die with their crew's names on their lips. Here, villages share their last handful of rice.
Isolation isn't strength when survival is measured in how many hands pull you back from the edge.
It's extinction.
The cosmic layers are fracturing. An ancient god is clawing his way back to power. And the prophecy that dragged her through time demands something she's never learned how to give: trust.
She crossed time to find her mother. She found a war, a prophecy, and the reason some people never make it home.
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