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Thirst for Freedom
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Ongoing, First published Nov 23, 2025
"Aurevia. The wind that seems free, yet follows a path it cannot leave."

Aurevia was born blind, her pale eyes called a blessing from the gods. But her gift was feared - she spoke truths that cut too deep, and she was chained away like a monster. 

Years passed in darkness until one night the moon called to her. It offered her freedom, but warned her to remember the destruction she had once caused. Only then did she understand her imprisonment was a punishment, not just fear. 

She drank from the moon's light, her chains turned to dust, and silver wings grew from her back. But her freedom was another kind of cage, every beat of her wings carried her along a path chosen by the stars. 

Now, Aurevia roams the endless night, shining like silver light, forever searching for a freedom she may never truly have.

"I wear the afterlife like a sky of silver feathers, yet freedom remains a horizon that even death cannot give."
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