Claila Iaclaire Tenebrarum -

And in the morning, when the clarity came with its knives, she did not flinch. She opened her hands and let the light cut—and let the darkness heal.

She dreamed of a door. A real door, oak and iron, set into a hillside that did not exist on any map. In the dream, her hand reached for the handle. And every time, she woke before turning it. claila iaclaire tenebrarum

Claïla woke with frost on her eyelashes and the name Tenebrarum warm on her tongue. For the first time, she did not try to scrape it off. And in the morning, when the clarity came