The world was made of liquid starlight and whispering shadows. Luna stood not on ground, but on a surface that rippled with every slight movement, sending silver circles expanding into the impossible distance. Above, there was no sky, only a swirling tapestry of colors that had no name—shifts of deep violet, emerald, and gold that pulsed like a slow, sleeping heartbeat. This was her playground. This was her secret.
Usually, her dreams were fun. She could make the stars dance or pull the whispers from the shadows and weave them into silly songs. But tonight was different. The air felt… still. Waiting.
"Hello?" her voice echoed, not bouncing off walls, but folding back into the silence from all directions at once.
