博客來What happens when a lineage’s greatest gift becomes its deepest torment?
I am Sunshine.
The daughter of excess.
Before I was a child, I was a consequence.
My mother, Crystal Waves, breaches the Portals of the Past and the Future, returning whole.
The world does not survive her untouched.
Neither do I.
Inside her womb, I am trained by the universe itself.
There are days her belly turns invisible, as if the physical world can no longer contain what I am becoming.
I am born into a chorus of screams-
not from my mouth,
but from the minds around me.
I do not seek secrets.
They hunt me.
Desires, lies, and futures cling to me like leaves in a storm.
Knowing is as natural as breathing-
and just as relentless.
No human soul is built to carry the weight of everything.
To survive, I vanish.
My power becomes my prison.
My gift, my torture.
I retreat into the ancestral silence of Kingdom Forest in Valentina’s Land, where rituals dim my light and teach me how to disappear.
But I am never truly alone.
Lake walks beside me.
Once a spirit of wind and water, the one who tied knots in river currents, who whispered direction into chaos, who moved between worlds with purpose-
Lake chose the human realm.
He did not reincarnate.
He did not cross fully.
He became something else.
A suspended soul.
An anchored presence.
A guardian who preferred the noise, danger, and fragility of humanity to the calm perfection of the spirit world.
Lake, he once did for her sister, Pink Cloud.
Lake becomes my silent bodyguard.
Always nearby.
Always watching.
Protecting without being seen.
Then comes Wood.
An Italian billionaire with soil on his hands and ambition in his blood, he arrives seeking land for his vineyard empire.
He finds the forest’s soul instead.
And he finds me.
In the shadow of ancient trees, forbidden love takes root.
My daughter, Solar Bud, was conceived.
Her life demands a sacrifice.
Before her first breath, I kneel before the ancestors and defy every law of the Waves bloodline.
I do not ask for protection.
I do not ask for strength.
I beg for a curse.
Strip her of my inheritance, I plead.
No visions.
No portals.
No vanishing.
Give her what I never had-
an ordinary life.
Love without isolation.
Nature without weight.
For the first time in our lineage’s history, the ancestors remain silent.
Their silence is not mercy.
It is a void.
A terror suspended between a mother’s prayer and a daughter’s destiny.
This is the story of my power.
My love.
And the price of choosing motherhood over godhood.
