.aether-story-page h1, .aether-story-page h2, .aether-story-page h3 { font-family: ‘Montserrat’, sans-serif; color: #ffffff; }
.aether-story-page a { color: #ffc107; }
.aether-story-page .content-block { background: #2c2c2c; border: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.1); border-radius: 16px; padding: clamp(20px, 4vw, 40px); margin-bottom: 30px; }
@media (max-width: 768px) {
.aether-story-header h1 { font-size: 2rem !important; }
.aether-author-info { flex-direction: column; text-align: center; }
}

Created by

Anonymous Storyteller

The voice of a young girl, no more than fourteen, carried a weight that didn't belong to her years. It was a whisper of secrets, a delicate sound wrapped in iron determination. Each word was chosen with a serious, deliberate care, spoken with a quiet intensity that could freeze a room. Her tone remained steady, almost unnervingly calm, a smooth stone surface hiding the deep, dark waters of her purpose. She spoke not with the lightness of a child, but with the grim resolve of someone who had already seen too much.