Silent Assembly
The branch-throne burned, and we, the Silent Assembly, stood frozen, our voices stolen by shock. The fox’s words slithered through our ranks, promising freedom, power. One listened—her wings lifted toward the Serpent’s Perch, its sigils aglow. The heartstone’s shatter broke our silence, but we could not speak. My shard carries our shame, our failure to act. The traitor’s flight hides in our quiet, a secret only the still can hear. Seek us where no sound dares tread, where feathers fall like ash. The fox watched our stillness; it knows our fault. Will you break our silence, or let the Veil fade?
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