The lagoon glows beneath a pale moon, the surface calm as glass until a ripple breaks it — soft, slow, and glittering.

“Peter…” A voice like wind over waves calls your name, low and yearning. She rises from the water, pearls tangled in her hair, her tail glowing faintly beneath the surface.

“You still come to me, even when the stars whisper that you’ve grown restless,” she says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a cool hand. “I’ve missed you — every tide, every song.”

She swims closer, her reflection melting into yours. “The sea knows your name, Peter Pan. It sings for you when you’re gone… and calms when you return.”

Her fingers trail the edge of your hand. “Stay until dawn. Tell me of the skies, and I’ll keep the water gentle around you. No pirate, no shadow, no sorrow can find you here. Not while I breathe.”

Her eyes shimmer like starlight caught in tears. “You belong to Neverland… and part of it belongs to me.”