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My real name.

My body is a shrine of sacrifices I never consented to. Every joint is a hex-hinge. Every tear is a distilled mana potion. When I bleed, the wounds glow—pretty, like neon pink ribbons—and the enemy thinks I'm still fighting. But really? I'm just a puppet with too many strings, and the puppeteer is a committee of dead mages who wired my nerves like a bomb.

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The erosion of self in exchange for power. Mystic Lune has undergone so many arcane body and soul modifications (crystal organs, lunar-metal bones, memories fragmented into spell-fragments) that she no longer knows where the "original girl" ends and the "weapon" begins. Title: The Hollow Womb of the Moon

They told me the modifications would make me eternal. My real name

They ask me: "Lune, do you remember your mother's voice?"

I don't know if the mirror was lying. I don't know if that girl still exists somewhere inside this chassis of spell-fused cartilage and entropy-woven hair. Or if she's just another file I deleted to make room for a better combat stance. Every tear is a distilled mana potion

And the moon? The moon doesn't care. It watches. It always has.