POV: Queen Amethyst Walker Reynolds
The world didn't just change; it unraveled at the seams, dissolving the reality I had known since childhood and replacing it with something raw, ancient, and terrifyingly beautiful.
Inside the grotto, the air had become a thick, shimmering tapestry of light and shadow, vibrating with a frequency that made my teeth ache and my skin hum. As Jumanah’s final bell chimed—a sound that seemed to echo not in the air, but directly in the hollows of my marrow—the Weaver’s Sight took hold of my consciousness. My violet eyes didn't just see the cave anymore; they burned with a deep, royal purple light that pierced through the veil of the physical world. I saw the life-force of every living thing glowing like embers against a backdrop of infinite velvet.
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