Inkbound

The world of Skymoon was unlike any other.

It was a place where time moved fluidly, where imagination wove reality,and where no story ever had to end.

For those who lived there, it was a sanctuary. A second chance. A home.

But even in a world where anything was possible...

Mysteries still remained.

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Amara stood at the edge of the Luminous River, its waters glowing a soft silver under the eternal twilight of Skymoon.

Though she was born in this world, something felt... different.

A shift in the air. A whisper in the wind.

"Something's changing," she murmured, gripping her notebook tightly.

Behind her, Gon and Killua skidded to a stop.

"Did you say something?" Killua asked, narrowing his eyes.

Gon tilted his head. "You look serious, Amara. That's kinda rare."

Amara hesitated. "I think... Skymoon is trying to tell me something."

Kurapika, standing a few feet away, turned sharply. "Explain."

Amara opened her notebook, flipping through its pages. The words she had written about Skymoon glowed faintly.

And then, before her eyes, new words began to appear.

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THE PROPHECY OF SKYMOON

"The world without end is shifting.
A shadow stirs where none should be.
The storyteller must decide—
Will Skymoon remain a paradise... or become a tragedy?"

The words burned into the page. Permanent. Unchangeable.

A hush fell over them.

For the first time since its creation...

Skymoon had written its own story.

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 THE GATHERING STORM

Word of the prophecy spread quickly.

Soon,everyone gathered in the Hall of Stories,a great structure that had manifested itself in the heart of Skymoon—a library that housed every tale ever written in this world.

Ash stood beside Luna, his arm around her shoulders. "What do you think it means?"

Luna frowned, her gaze lingering on her daughter. "I don't know, but Skymoon was never supposed to write itself."

Count D sipped his tea, his golden eyes contemplative. "Perhaps the world has grown beyond its creator."

Shin crossed his arms. "So what? We'll handle whatever comes."

Yankumi punched his shoulder. "You say that, but this place is different. It doesn't have villains or wars. What could possibly threaten it?"

Silence.

No one had the answer.

But in the distance, beyond the borders of Skymoon, where the unknown lands stretched into the void...

Something stirred.

Something watched.

And for the first time,the world of endless stories faced a question it had never known before.

Can a paradise... fall?