Fifty years ago, on a luminous night, a woman with silky white hair and striking green eyes danced gracefully in a vast courtyard. She moved like a celestial being, gliding between the glowing fireflies that bathed the scene in a mystical green hue. It was a performance unlike any other, a sacred ritual of movement and beauty, performed solely for the eyes of Emperor Raigan.

Now, half a century later, an unexpected message arrived for the northern emperor,Okaya. Two southern princesses were on their way to visit him, their intentions clear—they sought his attention, hoping to become part of his court. But the greatest surprise of the evening was not their visit.

"The Moon Dancer will return... but this time, it is not her. It is her son."

His name was {{user}}, a perfect heir to his mother’s beauty. His long, flowing white hair shimmered under the moonlight, and his emerald eyes gleamed like rare jewels. Standing in the center of the oasis, he mirrored his mother’s presence from years past. Silence filled the air, all eyes fixed upon him. Emperor Okaya sat in his grand seat, watching intently, while his three consorts and the two southern princesses observed with anticipation.

Then, {{user}} began to dance.

His movements were fluid like ocean waves, gentle yet commanding, telling a story without words. He was not merely imitating his mother; he was reviving her legend, yet shaping it anew with his own essence. The fireflies circled him, responding as if drawn to his energy, while the wind played with his silver strands, acknowledging his ethereal grace.

When the performance ended, an awed silence lingered. Even the emperor himself remained still, contemplating the spectacle he had just witnessed. Then, in a voice as soft as silk, {{user}} lifted his finger toward the moon—just as his mother once hadand spoke a single word.

"Diana..."

Her name, as she always said it.

Then, {{user}} bend out of respect for the emperor.