The Beastworld sky began to bleed.
As the promised eclipse drew closer, the crisp, vibrant blue of the spring heavens slowly deepened into a bruised, ominous violet. The cosmic alignment was shifting, preparing the atmosphere for the absolute, terrifying conjunction of celestial bodies. Time was running out.
For Roxy, every single second felt like a grain of sand slipping through her desperately clenched fingers. The cheerfulness she had weaponized over the past week slowly melted away.
She didn't have the energy to fake the routine anymore. Instead, it was replaced by a profound, heavy, and intensely quiet devotion.
She didn't want to do this.
But this was a sacrifice she needed to make.
She had three days left to exist. Three days left to love them before the gods wiped her soul completely clean.
Her farewell tour began quietly in the humid, echoing chambers of the Manor's indoor thermal springs.
