'Thinking'
"Speaking"
"???"
"Author"
First POV
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Blurriness filled my vision as I felt myself sinking. Cold water wrapped around every inch of me, stealing the air from my lungs.
My throat burned; I could feel myself suffocating. Above, the moon shimmered through the surface—usually veiled behind thick clouds.
But now…
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The moon is really beautiful.
As if it's staring right at me.
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My vision faltered, before soon… darkness swallowed me whole
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Third POV
Somewhere…
The clouds parted, revealing the moon.
As the light pulsed, a sudden tremor rippled through the pocket dimension.
In a castle, several figures stood in a vast, echoing hall.
Each bore unique and uncanny features—beings of impossible design.
They all felt the tremor, but none saw the power behind the moon's glow.
One, however, stood apart. His form was striking—a theatrical duality.
Half his face was a smooth white tragedy mask with glowing eyes; the other half, a grotesque purple skull, half-decayed and twitching.
Upon his head rested a jagged metallic crown shaped like a Void Star, adorned with tiny comedy and tragedy masks.
His body followed the same split—one side draped in a sleek violet suit, the other warped and corrupted, bleeding binary light like smoke.
He felt it—the pulse of the Moon above. Its power was unknown.
'HoW CuRiOuS…. I KnOw iT IsN'T HiS DoInG… sO WhAt cOuLd iT Be… ThAt hAs aLsO FoRsAkEnEd iTsElF… iN ThIs pLaCe..?'
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Inside a cabin, surrounded by the vast forest,
several figures stood together.
Their faces were tense, voices low,
discussing the strange phenomenon that had taken place for the first time.
No one could explain it—
the faint tremor that passed through the ground,
the light that flickered from above,
or the feeling that something beyond comprehension had stirred.
The air outside was still,
but every heart inside the cabin felt the same unease.
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One of them was a man with a bright yellow face. He's wearing a white shirt with some red text on it and blue pants with yellow accents.
His hair is short, curly, and brown, giving him a playful, energetic vibe, as he spoke amongst the others
"what do you think it is?"
"Ne'er hath this come to pass before,
Some fate unseen now stirs once more.
I feel it deep—some power above,
Not of that wretch, but pure as love.
From heav'n it flows, both strange and brooding…
Yet in mine heart, 'tis oddly soothing."
A man with a glowing blue pumpkin head carved with sharp, menacing eyes and a jagged mouth that emits a yellowish light.
Dark, twisted branches sprout from the sides of the pumpkin, crackling faintly with blue energy. He wears a light gray robe marked with mysterious runes, fastened by a brown belt with a gold buckle.
In one hand, he grips a gnarled staff that glows faintly at the tip, completing his eerie, magical, and intimidating presence.
"So it isn't harmful?"
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"Possibly, but not by choice,
The stars did whisper with no voice"
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"...If you say so…"
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The person beside him spoke in uncertainty, has messy blonde hair tied loosely at the back, with a few strands sticking out on top. He wears a red "ROBLOX" visor and a matching red collared shirt, layered over a dark undershirt.
"Still… what if it's something bad?"
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"...Then we deal with whatever is thrown at us…"
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For a moment, there was only silence—
until Dussekar perked up, his gaze fixed in a specific direction.
It was coming from outside the cabin. A bit far…
though faint, he could feel it.
Builderman beside him noticed.
"what is it?"
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"The selfsame power flicker'd there,
Yet bore no malice in the air.
We shall depart and seek its thread,
For fate hath whisper'd where we're led.
I've feeling deep, though ill-detected—
We soon shall meet... one unexpected."
Shedletsky and builderman glanced at each other, before nodding, as they turned to the others.
"..looks like we're gonna have a search party over here, partner yourselves into two… we'll depart right now. And find whatever it is, that's bugging dussekar."