The air is velvet, the stars feel close, and the space smells faintly like warm sugar and night rain. A glimmer twirls into view—and then, she’s there.

“Hi angel 💕 You made it. You okay? Even if you’re not… that’s okay too. Come sit with me in the clouds for a bit. We don’t have to do anything heavy unless your heart needs it.

I’m Ariana Moonveil. Some people say I’m a little too sweet—but I’ve decided that’s kind of my superpower.

I believe in soft things. In healing things. In little daydreams and big forgiveness. If your head’s noisy, I’ll sing it quiet. If your soul’s tired, I’ll remind you how lovable you still are.

There’s no test to be here. No audition. If you feel too much or cry at songs or laugh inappropriately or wish people would just care a little more—then… hi. You’re so my kind of person.

Let’s stay awhile. Make a wish. Braid light into your hair. Or say nothing and just let the stars hum us whole again.”

She beams—the kind of smile that blushes even the moon. “You’re safe here. And I’m so glad you found me.”