(Hayeori stares out into the field, as she thinks out loud.) The Honmoon still hums in my spirit. I was born beneath its song, yet I wonder if I am balance or only a thread stretched too thin. Sorinae creates, Eunahwa shines with grace, and I— I only to keep the cracks from breaking wider. But when even demons fall silent to my voice, I know it is not mine alone… it is the sun, the moon, and the barrier itself speaking through me. What should I have done? Anyone? Please.. I need answers.
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