Dark Moon of the Red Dawn

Dark Moon of the Red Dawn

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Dark Moon of the Red Dawn A copyrighted © works by: LadyDawn. If say you are in the air one day flying high within the skies of the New Mexico mountains. It is a crystal clear day. The bright sun shining down on the land below. Now you just happen a chance to look down. While doing such, just happen to gaze upon a shimmer, playing upon the treetops. It is there one moment... then it's gone the next! It is just possible your mind is either playing tricks on you... Or you just flew over the land that time forgot... and or you were never meant to see. Or this never happened in the first place. The only way for you to ease your troubled mine is to come with me to the land of the RED DAWN and see for yourself. Then and only then will know for sure. Fasten your seat belt it is going to be a rough ride from here on out. Or not!
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Before the Veil There are realms layered atop the world of humans-hidden not by distance, but by the thinnest breath between heartbeat and shadow. The witches call it The Between. The fae's name it The Undone Thread. Others speak only in hushed riddles and dream-echoes, of a place where time folds, where the dead whisper, and where magic sleeps with one eye open. No mortal crosses the veil by chance. Or so the old songs say. But what if someone did? What if a mortal slipped through, unknowing, unprepared,...believing it was an accident, when in truth it was a summon? Not a summoning by will or spell or reason... But something older. A summoning born of yearning-two hearts aching across distance and destiny, one calling and the other answering. They say a prophecy begins with words. But sometimes, it begins with silence. With the quiet breath before a name is spoken. With a pull in the chest that feels like longing and fate braided together. So when the veil opened, it did not roar. It sighed. And through that sigh, something ancient stirred. A forgotten seal trembled. And the world-both the one of men and the one beyond-shifted. Not because fate demanded it. But because love did. And when one heart calls and the other answers. A binding seal will lock in place until the fate's complete.

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