Ravenna’s POV
The world didn’t end.
It folded.
Like paper scorched at the edges, the sky crumpled inward and turned itself over. The moon split open, not with light, but with sound — a low hum that crawled into the air and stayed there, trembling through my bones.
I was standing in the middle of what used to be a forest, but it wasn’t a forest anymore. The trees had turned into pillars of glass, bending light into fragments. The ground rippled like it was made of breath, not earth. Everything was alive, but not in a way that could be explained.
And I… was still standing. Somehow.
My hands glowed faintly, the same color as the moon’s scar. Not silver. Not black. Something in between. I ran my thumb over the pulse in my wrist — it didn’t feel like mine anymore. It felt older. Like some
