Black Morass armageddon

ione’s gaze softened with approval, her paw rising delicately to touch beneath genevieve’s chin, guiding it upward with a gentle firmness.

that is what we women must do, is it not? her voice, quiet yet unyielding, seemed to carry the weight of stars. we seek more—more wisdom, more belonging, more light to fill the shadows of our hearts. it is our nature, little star, and it is our strength.

she lowered her paw with grace, her expression thoughtful. the celestial mothers do not demand perfection, but they do ask for devotion. step by step, you will learn. you will rise. there is an eternity in their embrace, if you are willing to walk their path. and genevieve, her lips curved in a faint, knowing smile,

you belong already.