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The Constellations Bleed Over Us.

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A story addressing mature and sensitive themes Ylihiam is an orphaned girl who has spent her life protecting her younger sister, Anne. She has always cared for her, shielding the child within a fragile sanctuary of love, tenderness, and protection, as though the world itself were a storm that must never be allowed to reach her. Yet while Anne grew within that sanctuary, Ylihiam endured a different fate. Within the walls of the Imperial Historical Religious Academy, her days became a quiet descent into torment. Humiliation, cruelty, and violence followed her like shadows along cold stone corridors. She suffered beatings and brutal assaults, each one meant to break her spirit. Yet she endured them all without surrendering to ruin. Even possessing power and rare ability, Ylihiam remained steadfast in her faith. She believed in the gods, in the Great Father and the Great Celestial Mother, trusting that the heavens held justice beyond mortal suffering. But faith is a fragile thing when prophecy begins to speak. When ancient omens are proclaimed and destinies begin to bend beneath unseen hands, the girl, already shattered in spirit, begins to wonder if her kindness has been nothing more than the instrument of her own destruction. If mercy itself has been the chain binding her to suffering. Still, Ylihiam fights. She fights to keep Anne alive for one more year. One more fragile turning of the seasons. Desperately she seeks to defy the decrees of heaven itself, struggling to twist fate before the stars close around her sister’s life. But everything changes when a truth she refuses to accept is forced down her throat like poison. And when that truth finally takes root, something inside her breaks. Ylihiam ceases to live for the gods. She ceases to live for mercy. From that moment forward, she lives only for herself… and for the fragile heartbeat of the sister she swore to protect, whether innocent blood must be spilled or not. But one question remains. Can a mortal girl truly stand against celestial beings without tearing the fabric of the cosmos apart? And how far will Ylihiam allow her love to descend into darkness so that Anne may celebrate just one more year of life?
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