Rayma~
The shockwave from my confession didn't just fade—it hung in the clearing, shimmering through the air like the dying flare of a supernova. The atmosphere buzzed with a raw, electric charge, the kind you can almost taste on your tongue—sharp, metallic… the promise of a storm.
I stood at the center of the chaos I'd unleashed, feeling my own essence ripple outward in uneven waves. Something inside me tugged painfully—paternal regret threading through a rising, almost dangerous anticipation. Light and darkness coiled around me in soft spirals, warm like afternoon sunlight yet cool like a whisper from the void, brushing gently over everyone gathered. Even the stars above dimmed a little, as though leaning in to listen, suspended in the sky like a silent audience to our very messy, very celestial family drama.
