Selene’s POV
When the sky split a second time, I didn’t look up.
I looked at her.
Serynth.
The first Luna. The creator of the Spiral. The woman whose name I’d spoken and whose shadow I’d awakened.
She stood between me and the Nameless One—calm, steady, glowing like she was made of all the stories that had ever survived.
“I sealed you once,” Serynth said. “I’ll do it again.”
“You were weaker then,” the Nameless One replied, her voice like the wind through an open grave.
“And now?” Serynth asked.
“Now you are forgotten.”
The words carried weight.
Literal.
The ground beneath Serynth cracked.
She staggered.
But didn’t fall.
Behind the Nameless One, versions of me crept forward like echoes lost in mist.
They moved strangely.
Unnatural.
Some limped.
Some floated.
Some twisted
