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- MGA BUMASA 354
- Mga Parte 3
There are stories carved into stone, sung by bards, and written in the blood of gods.
But then there are the ones whispered only in shadows-tales too dangerous, too blasphemous, to be remembered in daylight.
It speaks of a girl of spring who once carried light between her hands, a child of the stars who wandered too far. It speaks of a god of freedom, whose laughter once lifted kingdoms, whose wind once carried prayers.
Both were beautiful.
Both were beloved.
Both were lost.
Now their names are spoken as warnings. Lovers turned to curses.
A bride of the Abyss, a god who fell from song.
Their story is not told in churches, nor carved into the walls of Mondstadt, nor sung by the free winds. Yet when the storm wails over the mountains and the Abyss hums below, the mortals whisper it still.
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Abyss Lumine (Reader) x Corrupted Barbatos.