The world is a breath held too long, choking beneath the weight of what has been lost. Rukkha stumbles through the fog of grief, heart torn between a memory of what was and a coldly stark of what remains. His tribe lies shattered, his family gone, and he is left to drift in the spaces between where time is nothing but a cruel echo. The cycle turns, ceaselessly, as the earth swallows what is given and the stars above hold secrets to ancient to speak. In the silence of this world, Rukkha must find his place-or be consumed by the sorrow that binds them all. The dance of life, death, and return, continues, a rhythm that only those who surrender to it may understand. TW self-harm mentions of suicide mentions of r*pe goreAll Rights Reserved
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