🌊✨ Cynndra—the Star-Eater ✨🌊A Bakunawa's Descent into Digital LegendBefore tides ever turned, before the moon had a name, there was a whisper in the dark.From the void’s long sigh, something stirred. Something ancient. Something hungry.Cynndra.A divine serpent. A Bakunawa without a purpose. No worshippers waiting. No moon to swallow. No stories to anchor her in mortal hearts. The abyss was her cradle, and silence her lullaby.But even in that endless dark, even a being born of nothingness could grow restless.Then, a wound in the sky, a falling star blazing through the black like a sugared dagger.She chased it.She devoured it.The taste? Honeyed lightning.The aftertaste? Loneliness.That first bite ignited something. Sweet, hot, and utterly damning. The hunger returned, deeper than before. Not for power, but for light. For warmth. For something, anything, to make her feel less alone. She scoured the heavens, tearing down stars like ripe fruit. Each one sated her for a breath. Then came the emptiness again. Deeper. Hungrier. Hollow.Centuries passed. Mortals forgot.Myths gave way to microscopes. Temples traded for textbooks.She became a rumor, then less. Forgotten. Mortals looked away from the skies, worshipping new idols; progress, science, certainty. They stopped fearing her.But in their hands, they held flickering little windows.Screens.Portals.A new abyssThe internet pulsed, and she learned its rhythms. The hunger mirrored her own. Endless scrolling. Endless craving. Endless eyes begging to be fed.So she gave them herself.Wrapped in 1800s Visayan lace and indigo silks, she emerged.Her voice? Sweet static. Her smile? Sharp beneath the pixels. Her hair shimmered with the glint of stars long dead.They called her VTuber.They laughed. They followed. They loved.And oh, how they watched.They offer their clicks, their likes, their selves.She feeds again; no longer on stars, but on attention, devotion, adoration.Fanart. Follows. Subscriptions like prayers.Like offerings at her altar.Each click, each comment, each scream when she glitches is another tether.Another taste.But she doesn’t need to bite you.Not anymore.You stare into the glow.And she stares back.And you feel it, don’t you?That pull. That creeping stillness at the edge of your mind. The way her eyes don’t blink. The way her smile stays too long. The chill behind your screen when the room should be warm.You're not watching Cynndra.She’s watching you.The longer you look, the more she knows.Your patterns. Your fears.Your name.And she is always hungry.