"It was as if he had stepped too close to the edge of the divine—and survived its gaze. His very soul felt marked. Still, the whisper lingered. It would not fade. It would not release him. It pulsed—quiet, insidious—woven into the Everlight’s ceaseless rhythm. His body begged for sleep. His thoughts refused. This was no sickness. No mere fatigue. It was a summons. And for the first time, Leonardo feared to answer."
— Aug 31, 2025 01:36AM
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