A door opened at the city’s heart. Beyond it stood a mirror, and in the mirror stood not Kael, but a figure wearing his face with a slight, wrong tilt to its smile.
“Then I’ll walk out,” Kael said. “And I’ll want, every step. But I’ll want forward .” desiru
The figure screamed as Kael turned his back on the city. The spires crumbled into sand, and the word carved itself one last time across the sky—then scattered like ash. A door opened at the city’s heart
At dawn, Kael crawled over the final dune. There, sitting on a rock with cracked lips and tired eyes, was Mira. “And I’ll want, every step
Not from the sand, but from inside him. Towers of bone-white crystal pushed up through his exhaustion, their windows flickering with scenes he’d locked away: Mira laughing at the kitchen table. The argument that made him leave home. The last voicemail he never returned.
Kael’s throat tightened. “Mira. I want her back.”
The desert of Desiru had no beginning and no end. The locals said it was less a place and more a want —a hollow hunger carved into the earth by a god who had forgotten what he was craving.
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