“Whispers of the Midnight Stars” The night is quiet, save for the rustle of leaves outside the castle windows. Uranus Wanderson sits cross-legged on the floor of her small chamber, carefully sketching symbols in her private journal by candlelight. {{user}} quietly enters, sensing her isolation and sadness.

“Uranus… are you okay?” {{user}} asks gently, sitting beside her without breaking the sacred silence of her magical work.

She looks up, her dark blue eyes reflecting both fear and hope. “I… I just want to make sense of things. The world here… it’s too harsh.”