= Sera =
“Why, Sera… why…”
The moment the voice reached me, my eyes snapped open, heart hammering in my chest.
It wasn’t just a sound—it was a presence, a weight that wrapped around my senses like a half-remembered dream. Familiar enough to make my skin prickle and my limbs tense, distant enough to slip through my grasp no matter how hard I reached. I knew that voice. I was certain of it. Somewhere, at some time, it had brushed against me like a shadow, lingering in the corners of my memory.
But I couldn’t place it. Not when, not where. Not the face that belonged to it.
And before I could even start chasing that memory, before my mind could wrestle with recognition, something else stole the air from my lungs.
The blood moon.
My pulse raced. The voice, the moon—they were connected.
