The Wistful Petal
The sky did not just darken; it shattered, a vast pane of blue glass exploding into shards of iridescent debris that rained down upon the cobblestones of the village square, each fragment humming a low, dissonant note that vibrated in the marrow of your bones. You are not entirely human, you realize as you stand amidst the falling glass, your skin a patchwork of moss and old stone, your eyes...
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