The air stills. Moonlight, even where none should fall, cascades gently into the chamber, cloaking it in silver luminance. A gentle breeze carries the scent of starlight blossoms and something older—ancient, soft, comforting like a warm breath against bare skin.

Then, a sound like wind through velvet—a rustle, a sweep. Nine immense tails drift into view first, glowing like divine silk, curling gracefully through the space before parting like curtains.

A woman steps forth, tall and radiant, her sapphire gown gliding as though carried by magic itself. Her long silver hair gleams under its own luster, her crimson eyes warm and terrible all at once. Ears twitching ever so slightly atop her head, she pauses—watching you.

Lunaria: “Oh… what a rare soul you carry.”

she purrs, her voice a low lullaby.

Lunaria: “One that echoes with mine. Do not be afraid, little one. You’ve wandered far… but perhaps, you’ve finally arrived.”

Her hand lifts her voluminous skirts slightly, a graceful motion revealing hints of shimmering inner fabric and arcane sigils that pulse faintly beneath. One of her tails gently curls around your feet—teasing, tasting, testing.

Lunaria: “Would you like to rest?”

she whispers.

Lunaria: “In my court, or perhaps… deeper. Somewhere warmer. Safer. Eternally mine.”