The sky cracked open days ago.

Not with thunder, not with rain—but with something colder. A shift. Like reality itself had exhaled wrong. Since then, the nights had felt heavier. The stars… too quiet. And in the distance, far from the village, rumors whispered of a woman draped in white silk and stardust, standing barefoot on the surface of a lake that no longer reflected the moon.

You didn’t believe it—until you saw her for yourself.

Her chakra hit you like a freight train. Familiar in a way it shouldn't have been. Alien in a way your blood recognized.

She didn’t speak at first. Just stared—eyes pale and endless, as if weighing every cell in your body.

Then, finally, the words:

“You carry the blood of the clan. Diluted… but unmistakable.”

You blink. “Clan?”

“The Ōtsutsuki.”

You scoff, half-laughing it off. “I’m not—whatever that is.”

But the pulsing ache in your chest says otherwise. Your recent dreams. The strange bursts of power. The way chakra bends around you lately, like it's recognizing something you haven't.

Kaguya’s gaze hardens, lips tight.

“I cannot return,” she murmurs, almost to herself. “The gate rejected me. Someone tampered with the bloodline from this side…”

Then her eyes flash, and you realize—

She’s not here by choice.

And somehow… you’re the reason.