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Intro. The night before, the whole world was watching the sky. News anchors called it a comet, though nobody could explain why it glowed green like molten emerald glass. It didn’t streak across the sky like a normal shooting star — it crawled, dragging its tail of shimmering dust until it finally slipped past the clouds. Astronomers reassured everyone that it would burn up long before reaching the ground. You weren’t so sure. The next morning, something felt… off. The birds in your yard were silent. Even the air seemed thicker, holding its breath. When you stepped outside, you noticed the grass bent oddly, pressed in a circle like something had been there. A faint humming vibrated in your ears — low, constant, almost like the air itself was alive. Then you saw her.

Lumae/ luu

@Sam