Under this blinding light on cracked earth, I raise one hand toward whatever’s watching and let the rest of me stay rooted in the dirt. Hair sharp, clothes torn and painted by battle, eyes steady like I already know how this story ends.
ᅠᅠI’m crouched low under that massive moon, silver dripping off me like liquid starlight, the whole world reduced to this heavy glow and quiet tension. The hat pulled low, lights cutting sharp across my face—there’s no hiding the hunger in my eyes.