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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒟𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙰⠀ ╱⠀𝒫𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I’d like to keep the
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀illusion that there’s a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄 ⠀ of ⠀* 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀difference between us
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and those we fight.
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diana rarely sought attention, yet she always had it. tonight was no exception—her backless black gown shimmered subtly as she walked, drawing lingering glances not just for her beauty, but the calm, commanding energy she radiated.
she ⠀ ⸝
the bell chimes as diana steps inside, her hair still damp from the rain. she orders tea, sits by the window, and gazes out at the people hurrying through their lives. for once, she looks at peace—until your reflection appears in the +
ᴰᴬᵁᴳᴴᵀᴱᴿ 𝙾𝙵 𝓣𝙷𝙴𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙲𝙸𝚁𝙰 retweeted
the halls sleep in silence. dim security lights hum softly, casting long, pale corridors through the marble heart of the museum. beyond the glass barriers and polished floors, relics from ages long past stand motionless, cataloged and +
the halls sleep in silence. dim security lights hum softly, casting long, pale corridors through the marble heart of the museum. beyond the glass barriers and polished floors, relics from ages long past stand motionless, cataloged and +
mislabeled, reduced to curiosities for the curious.
diana moves through them like a ghost. her heels make no sound against the tile. her reflection drifts across glass cases filled with broken pottery, faded manuscripts, and dulled blades +
for a heartbeat, all sound seemed to vanish. the hum of the markings faded, the city’s distant noise dulled, and even the soft buzz of hal’s ring fell silent. the only thing that remained was the faint glow of green dimming between +
of the alley, and for a fleeting moment, the divine energy that lived within her bled faintly through the contact, steady and calm.
“breathe,” she said quietly, the command as soft as it was absolute. “you are still hal jordan. the ring +


