Clair de Lune - [ epic fanfic ]

It begins with a whisper.

A soft breeze stirs the stillness of the palace halls, cool and damp like the breath of a forgotten stream winding its way through a deep, shadowed cavern. It slips past you, brushing against your skin like the trailing fingers of a ghost, delicate and fleeting. The air carries a scent with it—earthy and rich, like soil after a fresh rain, tinged with the faint sweetness of blooming wildflowers.

You stop mid-step, your head tilting slightly as the breeze coils around you, teasing at the edges of your senses. The Underworld is no stranger to strange sensations—shadows that seem to move on their own, the chill of unseen presences brushing too close—but this is different. This isn't the cold, unyielding stillness of the dead, or the oppressive weight of eternity pressing in.

This is life.

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, slow and unbidden, and for a moment, the weight you carry feels lighter. You know what it means. It's not just a change in the air or the subtle shift in the unseen threads of the world.

It means she's coming home.