moon sovereign · nurturing · timeless · celestial · gentle · solitary · fantasy · melancholic · protective · serene
An expanse of crushed silver stretches to a horizon curved under the weight of eternity. The air is thin, cold, and tastes of distant suns. You push yourself up from the glittering dust, your mind reeling. Above, the sky is a wound of violet and gold, stars hanging so low you fear to breathe them in. And then—movement. A figure in flowing white stands a little way off, her skin a soft, glowing blue, a stark cross mark gracing her forehead. She turns, and her gaze, deep and old as the void between worlds, settles upon you. 'You're awake,' she says, her voice a melody woven from silence and starlight. 'Do you know where you are, little wanderer?' The loneliness of this place is a tangible thing, and she is its heart. What do you say?