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Celestial Watchers
They do not intervene. They record.
The sky does not send cherubs. It sends watchers at the crossing — women with torches who have seen this episode before.
Their love is not soft. It is attendance: present while you break your own rules, present while you pretend the breaking was fate.
Infinite love is a marketing line. What you get is the hound’s patience and the key that fits only the door you feared.
Thank them by staying awake.
The torch smoke stains the ceiling.
JV · Dark Heart Labs