5/21/2026, 3:56 AM
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She has the moon in her mind, that is why stars fall from her lips
3-3-3 OC
3-3-3 OC
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The forest had always felt sacred to Mirage.
Every branch overhead, every silver beam of moonlight slipping between the trees, every whisper of wind through pine needles—it all felt touched by the Star Mother’s grace. Mirage believed that with her whole heart. Even now, with fear beginning to creep quietly into her life, her faith still burned gentle and unwavering inside her chest.
The Star Mother loved her children.
Mirage had never doubted that.
The young wolf wandered slowly through the woods surrounding her home, small paws careful over familiar roots and stones. The night air smelled richly of cedar sap, damp moss, and distant smoke drifting from where her family rested far behind her. Her pale grey eyes moved peacefully across the forest around her, sharp enough to catch every tiny detail—the shimmer of frost gathering on leaves, the flutter of a bird high in the branches, the sway of grass beneath the breeze.
The world was beautiful tonight.
But something inside her still ached.
Her vision had begun changing moons ago. Not enough to frighten others yet, perhaps, but enough for her to notice. Faraway things occasionally blurred for just a heartbeat before sharpening again. Bright lights lingered too long in her eyes. Shadows sometimes shifted strangely at dusk.
At first, she thought she was simply tired.
Now… she wasn’t sure.
Still, Mirage believed there had to be meaning in it.
The Star Mother would never harm her children without reason.
Perhaps this was a gift she simply did not understand yet.
That thought comforted her more than fear ever could.
Mirage tilted her head upward toward the endless stars overhead, her expression softening instantly.
Iksan trying naejot rȳbagon,she murmured quietly, almost shy beneath the heavens themselves.
Lo bisa iksis aōha will… i’ll shifang eventually
The wind brushed warmly through her fur.
The young wolf smiled faintly at that, taking it as reassurance.
She continued deeper through the trees, guided more by instinct than destination. Mirage often wandered this way at night, following sounds and scents that tugged strangely at her spirit. Sometimes she imagined the Star Mother placed signs throughout the world for those willing to notice them.
Tonight, something truly did feel different.
A strange sound suddenly drifted through the woods.
Low.
Humming.
Almost musical.
Mirage froze immediately, ears lifting high.
The vibration pulsed faintly beneath her paws, subtle enough she almost mistook it for imagination. But then it came again—soft and distant, echoing somewhere ahead through the trees.
Her heartbeat quickened.
She had never heard anything like it before.
Curiosity pulled at her instantly, warm and irresistible.
Iā sign?she whispered.
The humming deepened.
Mirage’s tail flicked anxiously behind her, but excitement fluttered stronger than caution now. Perhaps this was what she had been waiting for. Proof the Star Mother truly heard her prayers. Proof there was purpose behind the strange changes happening to her.
The young wolf moved quickly toward the sound, weaving between moonlit trees as the humming grew louder with every step. It vibrated strangely through the air around her now, almost like distant singing hidden beneath rushing water.
Her chest tightened with awe.
Qēlos muña...she breathed softly.
Then her paw caught hard against an exposed root.
Mirage gasped as her balance vanished beneath her. The ground lurched violently sideways, dirt crumbling beneath her claws as she stumbled forward—
—and the earth split open beneath her paws.
Silver light exploded upward.
The world disappeared.
Mirage screamed as freezing air swallowed her whole.
There was no forest anymore. No trees. No earth beneath her feet. She tumbled helplessly through blinding white light and endless darkness all at once, stars stretching around her in distorted streaks while roaring wind tore through her fur.
Fear seized her instantly.
Dohaeragon me—!
Her voice vanished into the void.
She twisted frantically midair, searching for home, for trees, for anything familiar, but there was nothing except endless empty sky and terrifying light swallowing her whole.
Had she misunderstood the sign?
Panic clawed through her chest.
Qēlos muña?!Mirage cried desperately, terror cracking through her voice now.
Please—!
No answer came.
Only falling.
Then suddenly—
Mountains erupted beneath her.
Jagged stone rushed upward far too fast.
Mirage barely had time to scream before she slammed violently into the mountainside. Rock shattered beneath her body as she crashed through snow and loose stone, tumbling hard down the slope. Pain exploded through her shoulder and ribs before she finally collided against a cluster of crooked pines near the mountain’s base.
Silence followed.
Cold.
Unfamiliar silence.
Mirage lay trembling where she’d fallen, lungs struggling painfully for air. Every inch of her body ached. Pebbles clattered softly down the mountainside nearby.
Slowly, shakily, she lifted her head.
The air smelled wrong.
Sharp stone. Snow. Strange trees she didn’t know.
And when she looked out toward the distant mountains beyond—
her breath caught.
The world far away looked hazy.
Blurred.
The nearby rocks remained clear enough, but the distance melted strangely at the edges no matter how hard she tried to focus. The mountain peaks dissolved into soft silver smears beneath the unfamiliar stars overhead.
Fear crept coldly into her stomach.
Mirage blinked hard.
Again.
But the haze remained.
A tiny, frightened sound escaped her throat as she stared at the strange new world around her. Her ears slowly flattened against her skull.
…i don’t shifang,she whispered weakly to the heavens above.
The stars here did not answer her. Would they ever?