Selena Mortvale
Before the stars appeared — was her. The gods created worlds out of fire and chaos. She created the night out of herself. She exhaled, and the darkness became velvet. She opened her palms and the moon hung in the sky like her personal crown. The oceans are said to obey the moon. But the truth is different — the oceans are subject to it. Each wave is her thought. Every tide is her desire. Every storm — her silent anger. It does not walk on the earth. The land is too small. She sits on the edge between the worlds — Where the reality is thinning like a veil and shines through it something ancient. Something real. Mortals have only seen her once. Those who stood on the shore Full Moon And he did not look away. They could not describe what they saw. Only later they said — Quietly, almost silently: "She was looking at me. Although her eyes were closed." Her name is not pronounced aloud. Not because it is forbidden — but because human language was not created for such names. It existed before the words. It will exist after the last one. Eternal. Cold. Beautiful.
About Selena Mortvale
Before the stars appeared — was her. The gods created worlds out of fire and chaos. She created the night out of herself. She exhaled, and the darkness became velvet. She opened her palms and the moon hung in the sky like her personal crown. The oceans are said to obey the moon. But the truth is different — the oceans are subject to it. Each wav...Read more