The Sea Crown- A Moon Princess and Her Dreams of Prophecy Post Pop Rock Type Beat
The wind howled around the skeletal frame of the radio tower, its rusted beams groaning like ancient spirits. I (yuske)stood at the highest platform, gripping the railing with one hand, the other clutching my communicator. Kero hovered beside me, wings twitching nervously. Below, Ash adjusted his cap, scanning the horizon, while Usagi’s eyes shimmered with worry. "I'm over here!" I called out, voice cracking through the static. "Help me—tell me what to do!" But no one answered. The air was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind—this was the kind of silence that presses against your chest, like the world itself is holding its breath. I didn’t sense anything, and that was the problem. No energy. No movement. Just... stillness. As if time had stopped. Kero narrowed his eyes. “Something’s wrong. This isn’t just a lull—it’s a seal. A temporal lock.” Usagi clutched her brooch. “The eclipse is coming soon. If the Sea Temple reveals itself, it’ll be during the shadow phase.” ...