Wendy's POV
Some cages are built from iron bars. Others are woven from endless years. I have known both intimately.
The wind cuts through the crumbling temple where my feet have carried me tonight. Ancient pillars stand like broken teeth against the darkness, and moonlight spills through the shattered roof onto the altar where I once served. Each beam feels like a path meant for me alone.
I have lost count of the centuries.
Time moves strangely in this place between worlds. It stretches and contracts, consuming itself in endless loops. Dawn breaks, dusk falls, and still I endure.
The first among the Moon's Daughters. Wendy, the one who shepherds death.
There was a time when I guided wolf souls to their final peace, offering comfort as they crossed into the great beyond. I was the Goddess's gentle touch in the darkness, before Aria's betrayal changed everything.
