🩸 『 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 』 🪡 ˚ ☆ ˖° 𐙚 ⋆⭒˚ Long before the stars learned their names... the sky was torn open. No one remembers what escaped. Only that every winter, a woman returned with nothing but a silver needle and a single strand of crimson thread. Night after night, she stitched the wound in silence. One stitch... for every forgotten name. Upon the nameless stone, a black cat kept watch. The crimson kisses upon its fur were never signs of love. They were the farewell of those who tried to look through the wound in the sky... and were never seen again. People believed the woman was healing the heavens. But the oldest legends whisper otherwise. They say... before every sunrise, the cat quietly unravels one final stitch. So the sky is never allowed to heal completely. No one knows... what waits on the other side. ✦ Another page from the Forgotten Legends. 🌙 ˚ ☆ ˖° 𐙚 ⋆⭒˚