Claila Iaclaire Tenebrarum -

The door opened.

The Weight of Naming

But the Tenebrarum? That was different. At midnight, with the city humming a low, exhausted song, Claïla would press her palm to the floor and listen. The darkness beneath the building answered. Not with fear. With welcome. You are ours , it said. You have always been ours. We are not the enemy of the light. We are what the light leaves behind. claila iaclaire tenebrarum