| Prompt: The moonbeam jar should never have been opened. Completion: The vials and papers inside—the letters, diaries, manuscripts—should have remained undisturbed, sealed within their boxes, within their pages. They contain precious secrets, and it was not to be tampered with. But of course it was. As always, my dear brother opened my affairs. " _No matter how much I try to hide them from her, from my own conscience, I cannot_ ," he had said. " _Someone must know about my family, about what I have done_. You have a job to do, my sister. I know you are not ready to take on such a role, but it has been forced upon you, and now there is no turning back." So he forced me to be his mouthpiece. For a while, at least. So now I hold the key to my own fate. No matter who writes to whom, a message will be delivered. |