Nyx
The world doesn’t sleep after the eclipse. My declaration … the one that rewrote centuries of tradition with a few burning words … hits the feeds like wildfire. Hashtags keep multiplying.
#TheAlphaOfChoice.
#MoonfireRises.
#CrownWithoutChains.
My speech is clipped into sound bites, remixed with cinematic music, dissected by political influencers who suddenly think they understand what it means to stand alone under moonfire. The calm I expected never comes.
It’s the kind of silence that hums with too many opinions, too many screens glowing in the dark. I scroll through the feed late at night, perched by the window overlooking the city. The moon still burns faint in the sky, a white scar against the dark. My name flashes across headlines like a weapon.
“The Alpha Who Defied t
