Alex stood at the precipice, the wind whipping his raven hair into a tangled frenzy that mirrored the turmoil within him. Tears streamed down his face, each drop a salty counterpoint to the vibrant tapestry of Lumina sprawled below. Laughter echoed in the air, a cruel symphony mocking the suffocating silence emanating from the unseen realm.
This silence wasn't empty; it thrummed with a chilling loneliness, a desolate echo of a realm adrift in its own despair. Grief, a crushing weight in his chest, threatened to consume him. How could they have been so blind? The Lumina Council, basking in their self-proclaimed wisdom, had ostracized an entire existence, branding them a threat based on the distorted whispers of negativity. Shame, acrid and bitter, burned through his like a searing brand.
