#Chapter 150: New Beginnings: The Redemption of the Lost Luna

Lauren It was the kind of morning that reminded me—truly reminded me—what peace felt like. Not the kind forged in silence after a battle, or the brief stillness that settles in the wake of survival. But real peace. The soft, quiet kind that seeps into your bones before you even realize it’s there. It had been months—maybe more—since the world had stopped shaking beneath our feet. Since curses had been broken, bonds reforged, wounds stitched and left to scar. But time was strange now. It unraveled slower in these moments, stretching and folding over itself like it was grateful to rest too. Some mornings I woke up forgetting what month it was. Others, I simply didn’t care. Time didn’t feel sharp anymore. It felt kind. The sun filtered lazily through the trees, warm and golden, as if even the light had finally exhaled. Its rays painted slow-moving patterns over the porch floorboards, catching the edges of the dew still clinging to the grass. It had been a awhile since we’ve