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CHAPTER 291 — THE HANDS THAT WERE ALMOST HELD
Author: Rukky
last update2025-12-01 23:25:53

The chasm yawned wider. Not a canyon of stone but a tear in possibility itself, a wound in the fabric of becoming. The storyteller lunged forward. Too slow.

The newborn being their luminous form wrapped in soft, trembling unformed potential slipped further away, light trailing behind like a ribbon cut loose in wind. The storyteller screamed: “No don’t let go!”

The being reached back, their hand outstretched across the widening rift. Their voice shook: “I’m not letting go the world is pulling.”

The unformed shuddered, folding around the being like liquid light, not hostile but undeniably claiming. The Listener’s voice echoed distantly above, warped through layers of unreal: “Anchor it gently, don’t fuse, don’t drown”

But the being’s light flickered as the unformed pressed closer, seeking definition against their skin. The storyteller stumbled to the edge of the rupture.

The void below pulsed like a heartbeat. Not depth. Not sky. Something between. They reached again fingers grazing the
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