Cel's eyes opened to gray dawn filtering through gaps in the ancient stonework. His body felt like it had been pulled apart and reassembled incorrectly - joints stiff, muscles screaming protests with each shallow breath. The stone floor beneath him had leached away what little warmth he'd managed to hold through the night.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLD4mw3ns5q
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He remained motionless, staring at the fractured ceiling above. Sleep had been a battlefield where his father's fists fell like rain, where cultist blades carved fresh channels in his flesh, where his family's turned their backs on him. Each time he jolted awake, the brief mercy of consciousness lasted only moments before exhaustion dragged him back into the same endless loop.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGk7BtVOPFb
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The thought made his jaw clench. He'd shattered every accusing face in that mirror realm, felt their crystalline forms explode beneath his fists with savage joy. Yet here, in the crushing silence of dawn, the nightmares had returned with renewed venom. As if his violence had only fed them.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr396PqFxqv
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A sharp throb in his foot cut through the spiral of thoughts. Then another in his arm. Every injury announced itself, demanding the attention he'd been refusing to give.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDdMwlWJdFa
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His entire body was a canvas of damage. Burns from the unimaginable heat covered his hands, arms and torso in angry red patches, tight and weeping. His feet were worse - gashes between his toes, soles shredded from running across razor edges. Dark stains marked the makeshift bandages torn from his already tattered clothing.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSs5KWDx9Ku
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But it was his ears that haunted him most. The crystal's shriek had carved away his hearing, leaving only crushing silence. Now he had to track everything with his eyes - every shadow, every flicker of movement, every shift in the light. The relentless vigilance exhausted him more than the injuries themselves.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9N2Pem0gP3
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The leather bags slumped against the wall like deflated corpses. One hung completely flat, empty of water. The other sagged with only two strips of dried meat - all that remained between him and starvation.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF46RJyoYYH
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He scrambled over the rubble that blocked the entrance, gripping larger stones for purchase as smaller fragments shifted and clattered beneath him. The morning air hit him like a physical blow - not cold, but carrying an oppressive weight that seemed to press against his chest.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHAY3hiYlbK
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Below him stretched the void.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5NbPYw7F1h
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It had consumed everything. Where violet crystals had once jutted from the ground in chaotic formations, where the maze had twisted through impossible angles, was now overlapped by perfect nothingness. The liquid darkness pressed silently against the base of the hill, its surface so flawlessly smooth it seemed to swallow light itself.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQRQEtPhb2N
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Cel's jaw tightened as he stared down at the featureless expanse. The sight stirred something cold in his stomach. A part of him - the part that whispered treacherous thoughts in moments of despair - had hoped to wake and find the liquid gone. Vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared, leaving him free to continue his search for the moon.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4aV3m4WAaf
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But hope, he'd learned, was a luxury he couldn't afford.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8hniR17GKB
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The void stretched to the horizon in every direction, an ocean of nothingness that had swallowed his path forward. 73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhrdpkrzNKZ
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His fingers tightened around the stone threshold until his knuckles went white. The thought of being trapped here, of slowly starving, made his chest constrict. The irony was too bitter - he'd choked down the cultists' festering scraps, murdered his own sense of taste to stay alive, only to face starvation here.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡodbwbvj6Hy
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Cel's throat contracted in another painful swallow. The dried meat might last him another day if he was careful. Two if he was willing to let hunger claw at his insides. But water - water was already gone.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKMqHrYWNtd
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His gaze drifted back to the liquid's flawless surface.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqeZppWOmuS
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‘You could drink it.’73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9yZ0Q3w5UC
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The thought slithered through his mind before he could stop it, bringing with it a wave of revulsion so intense he nearly retched. The imagined sensation of that absolute nothingness sliding down his throat, pooling in his stomach, seeping into his blood until it erased everything that made him real—73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHgbEBG8Dsr
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He shuddered, backing away from the threshold.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrCUFtQBvtw
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Whatever that substance was, it wasn't water. It wasn't anything meant for the living. It was the absence of existence given form, and the idea of consuming it felt like contemplating suicide by inches.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZZI1owOSF9
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Cel sank back against the ancient wall, its rough surface familiar against his spine. The carved stones had witnessed whatever civilization built this place rise and fall to dust. Now they watched him face his own slow demise.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJl6P7yfv6L
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The silence pressed against his damaged eardrums like cotton soaked in lead. In that crushing quiet, even his own heartbeat seemed too loud.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0UK5AKco2A
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He let his body sink deeper into the stone embrace, shoulders pressing against the unyielding surface. The wall's chill seeped through his rags, but he welcomed it. Cold was honest. Cold didn't pretend to offer comfort it couldn't deliver.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo2fX2eZilD
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His thoughts drifted to the Chosen Ones - the warriors blessed by gods who commanded respect and fear in equal measure. Each received three gifts at their first blessing: an artifact of divine make, a trait woven into their very being, and an authority to bend reality to their will. Even the weakest Chosen could survive this maze with ease.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4RPvNnhN7E
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But the Moon Goddess demanded he earn his blessing first. Find the moon with nothing but his broken body and stubborn will. And he didn't even know what domains she held power over - her Chosen were rare, their abilities so underwhelming that they were not worth speaking of. Navigation beneath her light, perhaps. Or the ability to see clearly in darkness. Modest gifts compared to the mountain-blessed who could crush stone with bare hands or the sun-blessed who could command flames by will. Cold comfort when his real body was bleeding out in the Hollow Realms, gambling everything on a goddess whose blessing might amount to little more than parlor tricks.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡImH95Zc9g9
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But the Moon Goddess demanded he earn his blessing first. Find the moon with nothing but his broken body and stubborn will. 73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Xp3Hq1lJJ
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His fingers traced the scabbed cuts on his palms. Perhaps that was the point - to prove he could survive without divine favor before granting it. To ensure her Chosen could endure even if her gifts proved worthless.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJr77yrI3kK
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Hours crawled past like wounded animals. His body refused commands beyond the most basic - breathe, swallow, shift position when numbness crept too deep. His mind drifted through gray territories between sleep and waking, never quite finding rest but never fully alert. 73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRdF1Cy8opm
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The four suns carved their arc across the sky, their light changing from harsh white to softer amber. Shadows stretched and retreated across the ruins in their eternal dance. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, Cel's thoughts shifted. 73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgHFMOPZFHu
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His gaze drifted back to the liquid's perfect surface. The anger that had sustained him through the morning had cooled to something quieter. Despite everything - the terror, the exhaustion, the creeping desperation - a part of him felt grateful for its presence. The liquid trapped him here, yes, but it also held the maze at bay. No crystal-crowned horrors could reach him. No impossible heat could burn him. No shifting passages could lead him in maddening circles. For now, he could rest within the ruin's protective embrace rather than face whatever fresh torments waited in those twisting passages. 73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ45572wWavZ
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Strange, how imprisonment could feel like mercy when the alternative was death.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVyII3T14hX
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Cel closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the stone.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIBx7MrzI7h
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More hours crawled past like wounded animals. His body refused commands beyond the most basic - breathe, swallow, shift position when numbness crept too deep. His mind drifted through gray territories between sleep and waking, never quite finding rest but never fully alert.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2VqbxhmlM5
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He'd always been one to watch and wait, to observe before acting. Even as a child, he'd found comfort in stillness, in studying the world around him. But this enforced waiting felt like a mockery of his nature - not thoughtful observation, but desperate inaction.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3jB04ZO12l
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The liquid darkness never stirred. Time passed, and still its surface remained flawless as black glass, offering no ripple or disturbance to suggest life beneath. Yet Cel found his gaze drawn to it repeatedly, as if his eyes could force movement through sheer will.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpJIlEh9f9t
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His stomach clenched with familiar hunger pangs. The dried meat called to him from the leather pouch, but his fingers hesitated at the opening. Two strips remained. After that - nothing.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyAyLq06imR
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Cel drew out the final pieces, their texture leathery and unforgiving between his fingers. He placed them one by one on his tongue and chewed methodically, forcing each bite to last. The tough fibers required work to break down, giving his jaw something to focus on besides the relentless throb of his injuries.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB9RfNQn4df
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When the last morsel disappeared, he tossed the empty pouch aside. It landed with a soft thud that he felt through the stone rather than heard. The act felt final - another tether to survival cut.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv12mlp4q4o
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The four suns carved their arc across the crystal-painted sky while Cel drifted between wakefulness and uneasy rest.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡis6t4CWZ1D
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He jerked awake repeatedly, heart hammering against his ribs, fresh waves of pain shooting through his burns and cuts with each sudden movement. The same unchanging vista greeted him each time: void below, ruins around him, silence pressing against his damaged ears like a physical weight.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKN9QdsrsFF
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During one of these wakeful periods, his hand found the ancient parchment. The brittle pages crackled faintly as they shifted as he unfolded them, their texture like dried leaves that might crumble at the slightest pressure. The incomprehensible script mocked him with its elaborate curves and angular slashes, each symbol as mysterious as the absence of the moon.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuHCHorkaO3
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At the document's end, the illustration waited. Most of the creature with the fairy-like wings above and the crystal growth below had been violently defaced with thick black ink, while robed figures knelt in poses of absolute submission. Their heads bowed low, hands raised in offerings he couldn't identify.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5jFf2Z4B91
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The scene stirred something cold in his chest. He'd witnessed devotion like this before - purple-robed cultists arranged around silver basins, their faces hidden in shadow while his blood dripped into their sacred vessels. The same posture of worship. The same ritualistic precision.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFUBtLxgjMA
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Cel's jaw tightened until his teeth ground together. He folded the parchment with sharp, decisive movements and set it aside. Whatever knowledge these pages contained, they offered no comfort. Only fresh reminders of his torment.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr6ZZ0dE8BN
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Evening approached with glacial slowness. The four suns descended toward the jagged horizon, their light shifting from harsh white to amber to deep crimson. Shadows stretched across the ruins like dark fingers reaching for him, and still the void remained motionless below.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxPe56PmvES
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Something about its patience unsettled him more than motion would have. If it had writhed or bubbled or shown any sign of activity, at least he could understand its nature. But this perfect stillness felt like the silence before thunder - as if the darkness were waiting for some signal he couldn't perceive.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMUOdRXiPD6
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Cel traced the burns on his forearms, fingertips finding the raised edges where blisters had formed and burst. The pain was distant now, overwhelmed by deeper exhaustions, but the texture remained as proof of what he'd endured. His legs bore their own catalog of wounds - cuts from crystal edges, bruises from desperate falls, blistered patches where the maze's heat had scorched his skin.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡita8baclLv
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A breeze stirred through the ruins, lifting dust motes in lazy spirals. He couldn't hear the wind's passage, but he felt it against his skin, cool and oddly gentle. The sensation made him close his eyes and lean back against the carved stone, letting the ancient wall support his weight.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLXA92umEtM
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His breathing had found its own rhythm - slow, measured, the stubborn insistence of a body determined to survive. Each inhalation brought dusty air into his lungs. Each exhalation released a little more tension from his shoulders.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVlpS1VzPxA
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The suns vanished behind the crystalline peaks, leaving only the faint glow of lit formations to light the world. Night settled over the maze like a familiar shroud, and for the first time since entering this trial, Cel's mind went quiet.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOcCDiht9Vt
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Tomorrow would bring fresh challenges. Tomorrow he would need to find a way past the void, a path toward whatever answers this trial concealed. Tomorrow he would continue hunting the vanished moon.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOd4tQFxRlI
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But tonight, exhaustion finally claimed him completely. His eyes drifted shut, breathing slowed and consciousness faded.73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKtDweAxKAi
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When dawn's gray light filtered through the gaps in the stonework, Cel woke. Only to find the familiar ruin - his sancturary - transformed. ​​​​​​​73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiF7OdaWp6U
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