Darkness had never been silent—not truly.

It breathed in stillness. Whispered through stars. Echoed in the places light refused to touch.

And deep beneath the dying roots of Mount Haldris, in the forgotten core of the world, the Moon God slept. For a thousand years, his body lay in crystalline stasis, silver light pulsing faintly beneath translucent skin, frozen in time like a dream the universe wasn’t ready to remember.

Min Yoongi.

Cursed. Imprisoned. Betrayed.

Sealed by the armies of the light—the Lightborne Legions, who claimed his night brought madness and shadows. Who blamed him for the great cosmic collapse. Who refused to see the truth buried behind starlight and politics.

And above all, the one who hadn’t stopped them—

Jimin, the Sun God.

Or so Yoongi believed.

But gods, like stars, are not so easily destroyed.

---

Far above, in the human world where skyscrapers sliced the clouds and neon bled through midnight, Park Jimin blinked against the morning sun as it poured into his small studio apartment. He rolled out of bed groggy, limbs aching in a way that felt… ancient.

He didn’t know why.

He didn’t know why he dreamed of galaxies. Why he woke with sunbursts in his chest. Why his shadow flickered sometimes when no one stood near. Why fire danced on his skin in his sleep.

He didn’t remember the war.

Or the sister who plunged a blade of obsidian through his heart.

Or how the universe shattered the moment his light was snuffed out.

He only remembered his name: Jimin.

A struggling university student. A barista with too many shifts and too many strange headaches. And lately… too many visions.

Golden cities.

Screaming stars.

A voice. Always a voice calling from the void, calm and cold as moonlight.

> “You left me.”

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Meanwhile...

In the ruins of the old world, where the borders of the Fairy, Elf, Vampire, and Werewolf realms had begun to blur in violence and blood, the sky split open.

A whisper ran through the Realms.

> “He has awakened.”

The Moon God stirred.

Yoongi opened his eyes in the dark, silver pupils narrowing like knives.

He did not rise to fanfare. There were no horns, no chants of worship. Only stillness and dust, and the slow crack of the seal that had held him.

A voice echoed inside him.

> “The war has begun again.”

Yoongi stood.

He was thinner. Paler. Cold with power that hadn't touched the world in a millennium. But even weakened, his presence made the shadows bow.

He looked at the distant stars bleeding in the sky, the aura of war already creeping into the heavens.

“Let them burn,” he whispered.

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Back in the human realm, Jimin stood frozen in the middle of the street. Cars honked. Lights blinked red. But he could only stare at the stranger who had appeared across the road like fog.

A man in black.

Eyes silver.

Aura like winter and regret.

Jimin’s chest tightened. Something inside him screamed.

Yoongi, watching him for the first time in a thousand years, didn’t move.

He only murmured, so quietly that even the wind barely heard:

> “You don’t remember me... do you?”

And the sun, reborn and human, simply whispered back:

> “...Who are you?”

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To be continued…

Darkness did not roar. It whispered.

And when the Moon God rose from his thousand-year prison, he did not rise alone.

From the shadows at the base of the ruined moon temple, where starlight bled into the ground, a shape emerged—tall, graceful, dangerous.

Eyes like garnets. Fangs like secrets.

Jung Hoseok. The Vampire Lord. The apprentice of the Moon.

He had waited. Guarded the edge of night. Slept beneath blood-soaked stars with his master’s name etched into his soul.

Now, as the runes of imprisonment shattered in brilliant silver light, he fell to one knee.

Hoseok: “You’ve awakened, my lord.”

Yoongi, still pale from slumber, his eyes silver voids: “I didn’t call you.”

Hoseok: “And yet I came. As I always will.”

Yoongi studied him—elegant in black, his long coat dragging through the lunar dust. Hoseok had not aged. Of course not. Vampires were cursed to linger. But his aura had sharpened—ancient blood and power woven into one steady presence.

Yoongi turned to the sky.

The stars felt... wrong. The Realms, unbalanced. War was building again.

And far beyond the veil, he could feel it—a light rekindled. Soft. Unaware. Human.

Jimin.

---

Meanwhile, in the human realm…

Park Jimin was drowning in confusion.

He sat curled on his apartment floor, hoodie drenched in sweat, heart racing like thunder after another dream.

No—memory.

A palace made of sunstone.

A blade of obsidian piercing his chest.

A scream that echoed through galaxies.

He clutched at his chest like something was still burning inside. He didn’t know why. But every time he closed his eyes now, he saw two things:

A moon.

And a man with silver eyes, whispering, “You left me.”

---

Back in the Moon Temple ruins, Yoongi sat upon the broken marble throne. Hoseok stood silently nearby, watching the gods’ slow breath return.

Hoseok: “He’s been reborn.”

Yoongi: “I know.”

Hoseok: “Do you hate him?”

Yoongi’s fingers curled around the armrest. “I should.”

He remembered it all—how Jimin hadn’t stopped the Lightborne armies. How his silence felt like betrayal. How Yoongi had screamed as the chains of light burned into his skin.

But now…

Now Jimin was just a boy.

Human.

Fragile.

Yoongi: “He doesn’t remember.”

Hoseok: “You’re going to him, aren’t you?”

Yoongi didn’t answer.

---

That night, in the human realm, Jimin stepped outside to breathe. The city lights shimmered, but they felt hollow. Something in the air buzzed—like the world was waiting to collapse.

Then he felt it.

A shift in the wind.

And when he turned—

A man stood at the edge of the rooftop across from him. Pale, beautiful, watching with unreadable eyes.

Behind him, leaning casually on the railing with a smirk too sharp to be human—

Jung Hoseok, dressed in black, eyes glinting crimson.

Hoseok: “Cute view, Master.”

Yoongi: “Don’t call me that here.”

Hoseok: “What, afraid your little sunbeam will remember you?”

Jimin blinked. Their figures blurred slightly in the streetlight. Like the shadows bent around them.

Jimin (whispers): “...You again.”

Yoongi finally spoke, soft as the moonrise: “You’re not ready to remember. But soon… the realms will make you choose.”

Jimin: “Choose what?”

Hoseok (grinning): “Whether to burn… or to save us all.”

And just like that, they vanished.

---

To be continued…

The Realms were stirring.

Whispers of the Moon God's return had already spread like wildfire, and in their wake, ancient thrones began to stir—each one bearing a name carved deep into the fabric of myth.

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The Fairy Realm — Lumira

The palace of Lumira, nestled within bioluminescent groves and towering crystal trees, shimmered under the spell of eternal twilight. Butterflies of stardust floated through open balconies, and the air smelled of wild magic.

At its heart stood Lord Kim Seokjin, the Fairy Lord, ageless and devastatingly elegant, his robes spun from moon-silk and dew.

He lifted a single scroll with fingers glowing faintly with glamour. His voice was as sharp as it was beautiful.

Seokjin: “He has awakened. Yoongi.”

His advisor trembled. “Shall we send emissaries, my Lord?”

Seokjin: “No. We do not beg. We wait. But send word to the Elf King and the Vampire courts. If the Moon stirs, the Sun may not be far behind.”

His eyes narrowed.

“And that changes everything.”

---

The Elf Realm — Aeloria

In the golden towers of Aeloria, among ancient forests carved with runes and time itself, Elf Lord Kim Namjoon stood at the edge of a luminous river, reading the stars.

Books floated around him. The trees whispered his name.

A younger elf approached. “Lord Namjoon, the prophecies... they’re aligning.”

Namjoon closed the book.

Namjoon: “A thousand years of silence. And now both light and shadow stir again.”

He turned his gaze north, toward the Moon Temple ruins.

“We must prepare. War follows them both.”

---

The Vampire Realm — Nox Aeternum

In a citadel of obsidian beneath a sky that never saw dawn, Jeon Jungkook, the Vampire Supreme, knelt before a mirror that reflected no image.

But he didn’t need it to see.

He felt the tremble in the bloodlines. The shift in gravity. The taste of Yoongi’s awakening in the night air.

He smirked.

Jungkook: “So the Moon has returned... and Hoseok still follows him. Predictable.”

A vampire noble hissed behind him. “Do we ally or attack?”

Jungkook licked his fang and rose, draped in black and scarlet.

Jungkook: “Neither. We wait.”

“Because if the Moon has risen... the Sun cannot be far behind.”

---

Meanwhile… In the Human Realm

Jimin tossed in his bed again. Visions burning behind his eyelids. Wings of flame. Blood on marble. A crown made of fire crushed under stone.

Then—

A voice.

> “Please remember me.”

He jolted up, breath caught, eyes burning gold for a split second.

And from his window, high above the mortal streets, he saw him.

A figure floating mid-air, wings of glowing opal spread wide.

Eyes wet with disbelief. Hands shaking.

Kim Taehyung, the Angel Prince, descendant of the celestial choir and guardian of the Veil.

And Jimin’s oldest, dearest friend.

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The Sky Above

Taehyung stared at the boy who was once a god.

The boy who once burned brighter than the stars.

The boy who had died in his arms.

Taehyung: “Jimin… it’s really you.”

But Jimin only blinked at him through the glass, unaware of who this breathtaking being was.

---

Back in the shadows, on a rooftop across the city, Yoongi stood watching it all unfold.

Hoseok appeared beside him.

Hoseok: “That’s the Angel Prince. He’s been looking for the Sun for a millennium.”

Yoongi said nothing.

He only clenched his fists, silver eyes narrowed.

Because now... they were all awakening.

The Fairy. The Elf. The Vampire. The Angel.

And the fragile peace between realms was cracking like ancient stone.

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To be continued...