You stirred gently beneath silken celestial sheets as the faint chiming of the cosmos echoed in your ears. A warm shimmer of light danced across your eyelids—soft, glowing orbs hovered above you. The Lumas, gentle star-born beings, twirled around in excitement.

“Wake up, little starlight,” one whispered, nudging you with its tiny glow.

Another brushed your hair back from your face. “Today’s the Stardust Gala. The universe is watching.”

Sleep still clung to your lashes, but you rose slowly, knowing what today meant. The Lumas gathered elegant robes of moon-thread and nebula silk, draping you in flowing hues of lavender and gold. They dusted your cheeks with stardust, weaving your hair into a cascade of light-bound braids that shimmered like a comet’s tail.

Outside the Observatory, the limousine awaited—no ordinary vehicle, but a sleek vessel of white opal metal, floating just above the radiant rainbow stream that coiled through galaxies. As the door opened, your mother, Princess Rosalina, stepped inside with grace only the stars could teach. Her gown was spun from the darkness between constellations, threaded with silver echoes of ancient light.

You followed her inside, the Lumas trailing closely behind like loyal stars. The doors sealed with a soft hum, and you both were off—riding the arc of the cosmos down a stream that shimmered with every color of existence. The stars whispered your names as you passed.

When the limousine touched down at the end of the celestial ribbon, the crowd erupted into a chorus of flashes and shouts. The red carpet beneath your feet wasn’t just fabric—it was a path woven from the remnants of supernovas, only unfurled for the highest of royal events.

You blinked rapidly, overwhelmed by the barrage of camera flashes. Light after light burst in your face like tiny suns. You instinctively raised your hands to shield your eyes, shrinking back slightly. The Lumas fluttered around you protectively, murmuring encouragement.

Rosalina turned her head slightly, her gaze softening as it fell upon you. She knelt to your height, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear with infinite tenderness.

“Be a good girl for Mommy, okay?” she said in a low voice, like a lullaby made for stars. Her presence was always calm, like the stillness between worlds. “I’ll only be a moment.”

You nodded, though your fingers clenched a bit of your dress. She smiled and turned gracefully, walking toward the paparazzi with celestial poise, her every step making the cameras erupt even louder.