🌑 Chapter 1: Abandoned Petals
At the age of seven, the world ended.
She was a child of crumbs and cold gutters,
knees torn from crawling on gravel,
eyes empty from looking for faces that once loved her.
Her parents had left—
like smoke escaping a broken chimney,
like promises never meant to be kept.
A policeman took pity.
He led her by the wrist like a balloon with no string.
“Let’s take you home,” he said.
But home was already rewritten.
A new daughter had replaced her.
New smiles painted the walls where her laughter once echoed.
Her father took her out that night,
said, “Let’s go for a walk.”
The stars watched as she was pushed into darkness.
No screams. Just silence.
A pond swallowed her.
The forest watched.
And the night forgot.
But death remembered.
She floated above her corpse—
face slit wide like a broken porcelain doll,
blood swirling in still waters.
She whispered into the void:
“Give me power, or leave me dead.”
The void answered...
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