Rayma~
I stood there in the heart of the ancient clearing, the weight of eternity pressing on my shoulders like an old, familiar cloak. The air hummed with tension, thick as the primordial void from which I'd once emerged. My children—Sun, Shadow, Selena—stared at me with eyes that held the echoes of stars and abysses, their faces a whirlwind of disbelief and dawning horror. Around us, the mortals and spirits shifted uneasily: Natalie, her blue eyes wide with celestial fire; Zane, the Lycan King, gripping her hand like a lifeline; her ethereal brothers—Jacob the wolf spirit, Tiger the silent guardian of earth, Eagle whispering through the winds, Fox crackling with fiery impatience, and Bubble quivering in watery uncertainty. Sebastian and Cassandra lingered at the edges, their auras flickering with vampiric caution and werewolf instinct.
