HERA
Something felt really off tonight.
The air in the palace seemed different, heavier.
Even in the stillness, I could sense an unsettling energy bubbling in the atmosphere, like the whole place was holding its breath. The moon outside was glowing red—full, haunting.
The Blood Moon.
I tried to ignore it, but my thoughts kept drifting to the locked room. Ever since I discovered it, it called to me, the strange energy that pulsed behind that door like it was alive. And tonight, that energy was louder, more persistent.
It was harder to ignore than any other day.
I tossed and turned, restless, my thoughts tangling into knots. It wasn’t until the moon dimmed, finally fading back to its usual pale light, that I started to drift off. The tension in the air seemed to settle just enough
