Rayma~
The revelation hung in the air like a thunderhead on the verge of unleashing its fury, charging the clearing with an electric tension that made the very leaves tremble in anticipation. I stood at the center of it all, my form a swirling vortex of light and shadow, neutral as the cosmos itself, yet pulsing with the raw emotion of a father witnessing his children's ancient wounds reopen. The stars above seemed to dim, as if the universe held its breath, waiting for the storm to break. Shadow, my enigmatic son, remained as still as the void he embodied, his tendrils of darkness coiling protectively around him like a shroud. His void-like eyes betrayed nothing, but I could feel the turmoil churning within him—a father's intuition that pierced through the veils of secrecy.
