The moment the Hollow Silence realized they remembered it—
the world changed.
Not dramatically.
Not all at once.
Subtly.
Which somehow made it worse.
Midnight felt it immediately.
The forest remained standing.
The mountains remained standing.
Black Hollow remained standing.
And yet—
something was missing.
The sensation crawled beneath her skin.
Like walking into a room and knowing something was gone without being able to identify what.
The throne pulsed.
Panicked.
Midnight's heart skipped.
The abyss wasn't afraid of battle.
It wasn't afraid of death.
It was afraid of forgetting.
The realization settled heavily in her chest.
The Hollow Silence wasn't the enemy of life.
It was the enemy of memory.
The enemy of meaning.
The enemy of connection.
The exact opposite of e
