🎄Moonbound Winter

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Snow falls outside the hospital windows as Christmas lights flicker on. You sit alone, staring at the doctor’s lips as the words sink in. Pregnant. Impossible. You have never been touched. Down the hall, a tall man in dark winter clothes stills mid-step. The Moon inside his blood screams.

❄️Winterbound Moon

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Snow falls softly over a city glowing with winter lights. Bells ring, laughter drifts, and magic sleeps beneath the streets. High above, the full moon brightens — searching. In the crowd, a tall man in dark winter clothes stops walking. His silver eyes lock onto you across the square. His breath stills. “The Moon has found you,” he whispers.