Enigmatic

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Summary

The blood moon had risen—crimson and swollen in the sky, like a wound weeping light. That night, the earth didn’t just shake. It *hungered.* One moment, Xciah was whole—her mother laughing at dinner, her father’s hand on her shoulder like an anchor—and the next… silence. A swallowed world. She woke buried beneath soil and sorrow, lungs burning with dirt and denial. She wasn’t meant to survive that night. No one was. But she did. And when she clawed her way back to air—not once, but *twice*—she realized: fate hadn’t forgotten her. It had *marked* her. Whatever took everything from Xciah… left something behind too. Something humming under her skin. Something that answered only to moonlight—and blood. And it wasn't done with her yet.