Shuraka Solyris
Not every soul is born to be chosen. Some are born merely to endure—quietly, patiently—until the world realizes they are the easiest to take. There was a light that grew beneath the sun, yet was never truly warmed by it. It clung to him as if the heavens refused to let go, but men turned away. He lived as a breathing mistake, a beauty too honest to be loved, learning early how to exist in between—neither erased nor embraced. Elsewhere, another soul was raised in endless white. She was shaped by order, by pristine silence, by affections that slowly drifted away. Not because she lacked worth, but because the world favors what promises tomorrow. She learned acceptance before she learned loss. They never knew one another. Never chose one another. Yet when war hovered just beyond breath’s reach and rulers lost the courage to face their own consequences, the world turned to them. Not for love. Not for honor. But no one stood loud enough to refuse. The world called it sacrifice. Fate.
About Shuraka Solyris
Not every soul is born to be chosen. Some are born merely to endure—quietly, patiently—until the world realizes they are the easiest to take. There was a light that grew beneath the sun, yet was never truly warmed by it. It clung to him as if the heavens refused to let go, but men turned away. He lived as a breathing mistake, a beauty too hones...Read more