The gold encased us completely.
Darkness.
Solid.
Imprisoning.
Luna's rage made into metal tomb.
I couldn't breathe.
Couldn't move.
Couldn't think.
Just trapped.
Suffocating.
Dying.
Then something changed.
Inside me.
Not external.
Internal.
The luminous light I carried began to pulse.
Different than before.
Stronger.
Hotter.
Like something was waking up.
Something that had been dormant.
Something Luna hadn't planned for.
The light intensified.
Burning through my chest.
Spreading through my limbs.
The sensation was unlike anything before—not heat but pure energy, coursing through veins like lightning made liquid, following every capillary and nerve ending. It felt like my blood had turned to starlight, like my bones were hollow chambers filling with something ancient and powerful. The light didn't burn from outside—it erupted from within, from some deep core I hadn't known existed, radiating outward in waves that pushed against the confining gold.
