AI Art: The Shattered Veil

The Shattered Veil

The Price of the Crimson MoonThe silence of the Forgotten Cemetery was broken not by a whisper, but by a crack that echoed through both realms. For the first time in three centuries, the violet moon bled. As the sky turned the color of an open wound, the Soul Shard at Morwenna’s throat began to burn with an unbearable heat, vibrating against her skin like a trapped bird. The spirits she had spent lifetimes guiding suddenly turned, their peaceful mist hardening into jagged shadows of hunger. Morwenna realized then that the gateway she guarded wasn't just a path for the dead—it was a seal for something much older. As the silver bells on her wrists shrieked in a chaotic symphony, she drew her runic blade, knowing that tonight, she wouldn't be a guide, but the only thing standing between the world and a deluge of ancient grief.

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