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Amy

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Reads 9
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Parts 7
Time 33m

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In the waning years of the Elder Days, when the light of the world grew dim and the sea remembered the songs of the fallen, a child was born between two worlds-of mortal blood and of divine fire. Her birth was not foretold by any prophecy, yet her coming stirred the slumbering voices of earth and sea alike.

From the edge of the last shore she set forth, bearing neither crown nor command, but the burden of remembrance. With her walked none but the faithful hound, Phuso, whose eyes had seen the twilight of the gods. Together they crossed the desolate waters where the stars had drowned, seeking a land that was lost before time's first dawn.

In her veins ran the sorrow of the sea and the fury of the sun; in her heart burned the question that no immortal could answer-when we have grown, do our pains grow small, or do we simply grow around them?

Thus begins the tale of her wandering: a journey through the ruin of ages, through love and loss, through the music of things that fade. And though the world itself may crumble into silence, her song-the song of one who dared to remember-shall not be forgotten.All Rights Reserved

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Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.