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ACT II
Chapter 20 – Tenebra
The two suns dominated the sky like fiery gems—Sun and Moon, the silent guardians of those blazing spheres.
For centuries, their intertwined energies had kept those suns alive, radiating light and warmth over Elysium. Their brilliance seemed eternal, a luminous dance destined to last forever.
But eternity, as always, was an illusion.
Then, a shadow crept into the harmony.
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Moon, his gaze fixed on the horizon, seemed possessed by an unfathomable impulse, an ancestral call resonating deep within his soul. Slowly, he raised a hand toward the sky, his fingers opening like petals in a silent prayer. The fiery storms around him seemed to halt, as if time itself were holding its breath.
Absolute concentration, his breathing slowed.
The first strands of light responded like a whisper, bending toward him, slowly.
A vortex began to form—a dance of flames, gentle.
The sky began to change.
The flames started to quiver, the tongues of fire burning within the star began to retreat from the immense sphere, forming thin filaments of incandescent light that snaked through the sky like veins of living energy.
The expression on his face then, the delicacy of his movements, to my eyes, seemed as if he were trying to grasp the infinite.
The star, now hollowed out, reduced itself to a shadow of its former self—a spent shell in the vast abyss of the sky.
Daylight faded, and a surreal darkness enveloped everything.
But in Moon’s palm shone a small sphere—a pulsating, living light.
It was blindingly white, with golden hues dancing on its surface.
"Small and fragile," he whispered as a tear fell.
The light it emitted pulsed like a heartbeat; with each pulse, a wave of light spread into the air, illuminating the edges of everything around with an eerie clarity.
Every sound was redundant, every other event insignificant.
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"Vuum... vuum..."
The rhythm gradually increased—calm, then agitated, and finally, exaggerated.
Then, without warning, an explosion of light swept through the air: a myriad of luminous filaments extended from the sphere, weaving together in a harmonious dance.
Each thread seemed to have a life of its own, a precise intention.
They began to weave an ethereal structure, floating suspended as a yet formless figure. First, thin lines appeared, outlining a blurred silhouette, almost indistinguishable between light and shadow.
The contours became increasingly defined, revealing an anthropomorphic figure.
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Long, slender hands formed first, as the filaments of light caressed them, then the arms, followed by the torso, and finally the neck—thin and delicate.
The legs took shape next, graceful, barely grazing the ground but never fully touching it.
The figure became more defined, though its face remained a mystery.
Moon then joined his hands with those, smaller, of his creation, allowing the residual light to sculpt the face.
Subtle yet defined features emerged, each detail a masterpiece.
Full, dark lips, bearing an expression of expectation—neither a smile nor sadness.
Finally, with the grace of a dewdrop, the figure opened its eyes.
Dark abysses, infinite wells of deep blackness, created from the last spark of that star.
Her hair, black and flowing, draped over her shoulders, moving gently as if stirred by a wind that did not exist.
Each strand seemed to hold within it a fragment of night, a piece of the starry sky.
Her slender and graceful body was draped in a cloak of shadows that seemed to float in mid-air, as if it were part of her—as though the darkness itself had clothed her. Her movements were slow, hypnotic, transporting anyone who watched to a place between wakefulness and sleep, between reality and illusion.
She was unlike anything else—not merely life, but something more.
The first woman creation had ever seen had just appeared.
Her name was Tenebra.
A quick linguistic note for readers: the term "tenebra" is derived from Italian, the language of the original text, and it translates to "darkness" in English.
In this story, the name holds a literal significance: it represents the essence of darkness formed from the death of a star.
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Tenebra: You created me, yet I was already here; I am what only you could see…
How long have you waited for me?
You sought me among the stars, but I have always been within you…
Her voice was a song, a melody dancing in the silence.
Moon and Tenebra approached one another with the grace of two celestial bodies destined to collide, moved by an invisible and irresistible force.
There was no hesitation in their movements, only profound intent.
Moon took her in his arms.
The skin of Tenebra, a surface that seemed to absorb every fragment of surrounding light, vibrated with a mysterious vitality. Though wrapped in shadows, she radiated a warmth that intensified, like embers hidden beneath a mantle of ash. When their hands met, it was like the first flash of a storm: an electric shiver coursed through them both, a living, unstoppable energy enveloping them in a dense magnetic field of desire and inevitability.
They kissed. It was not a mere meeting of lips, but the encounter of two essences, the silent dialogue of two souls.
Their bodies intertwined, a primordial harmony oscillating between surrender and dominance.
Moon explored every fragment of her with the devotion of a creator toward his most perfect work, and Tenebra responded like a mystery unveiling itself only to be understood, never losing her unfathomable allure. Their breaths intertwined, warm and deep, as the pulsing light within Tenebra's heart seemed to follow the rhythm of their movements. The universe around them seemed to pause, as though even the stars wished to witness that act of creation, which redefined the very meaning of being.
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When their union concluded, Moon slowly withdrew, with a solemnity that required no words. His eyes, which once reflected the light of countless thoughts, now seemed to mirror a newfound awareness, an intimate understanding of what they had just created.
Tenebra remained still, her body enveloped in an aura pulsating with a life of its own. Every fragment of her essence seemed to rearrange itself, absorbing the experience and transforming it into something eternal. Her face, enigmatic and profound, betrayed a spark of comprehension. Moon sensed that change, a silent transformation that had also poured into him.
He watched her, wondering whether he had just found the answer to his eternal riddle or had merely opened the doors to a new mystery—more unfathomable, more vast, yet infinitely more true. In the echo of their union, creation itself seemed to breathe with a new rhythm—the rhythm of what is eternal, yet never fully understood.
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