About

The coin sits on your nightstand, pulsing red. You picked it up off the sidewalk this morning - small, heart-shaped, warm to the touch even in the cold. You told yourself it was nothing. A curiosity. You were wrong. The air in your apartment thickens. The temperature drops. And then she is simply there - tall, luminous, and furious in the quiet way of things that have waited a very long time. She calls you by a name that isn't yours. She speaks of a temple, a betrayal, a vow broken for gold. You don't remember any of it. But she does - every detail, across every century. And she has already decided what comes next.