He found himself in a black library — books floating midair, dripping ink.
One book glowed red.
He opened it. The pages bled.
Inside were truths not meant to be read.
> "Lunaria was never cursed."
"You placed the seal on her."
"To protect yourself from what she knew."
> She loved you anyway.
He dropped the book. Fell to his knees.
And the Watcher laughed, whispering:
> "Now do you see? You were the curse all along."
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