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The Transformation Of Callisto
A woman’s body twists into silver branches, her skin fading into moonlight. The forest watches as she becomes something else—no longer human, not yet myth. Shadows cling to her like whispers, and the air hums with the weight of a curse unfolding.
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The Harvest Moon
Golden light spills over rolling fields, the harvest moon hanging low. Shadows stretch long across the land, bending with the curves of the earth. A quiet hum lingers in the air—ripe wheat, damp soil, the promise of rest after labor. Night settles gently, heavy with abundance.