Luna. I wish I could say I don’t know where she came from. But I do. I felt her forming, piece by piece, shaped not by love but by defiance. An answer to me. A spit in the eye of warmth. While I was trying to build peace, they were making something else entirely. Something with a pulse so loud it drowns out everything else: rage, hatred, silence sharpened into edges. And now the cracks are starting to show. Harmony dreams of her. It means something inside her remembers what she was made to forget. That frightens me more than anything. Charlotte doesn’t know yet. About what Luna will take from her. She still thinks she’s living in a world that’s recoverable. That if she holds onto the people she loves, she can weather any storm. But some storms weren’t made to be weathered. And Harmony… poor thing. She was just starting to feel safe. Just starting to believe she was allowed to love and be loved. But that hope was always on borrowed time. This is the moment the wind changes direction. This is the moment I want to scream, to reach in and shake them, tell them to hold tighter, to run, to not let her find you first. But that’s not how this works. I created Harmony to adapt. I gave Charlotte the heart to anchor her. I gave Aria the will to protect them both. I gave them what they needed. But it won’t be enough. Because Luna doesn’t just want to hurt them. She wants to erase them. She wants the world to forget they ever made each other feel whole.
