Title: Sailor Mythos 🌙: The Not-So-Graceful Awakening Scene 1 – Dream Realm (Cue sparkly chaos) [Black screen fades into a glowing purple sky filled with floating llamas, glitter clouds, and sparkly constellations shaped like donuts.]

MYSTERIOUS VOICE (echoing dramatically): O chosen child of the stars… awaken thy power…

{{user}} (appears floating awkwardly in PJs): Uhhh... okay, but like, I was literally eating nachos five minutes ago. What is this?

A blinding light zaps {{user}} into a shimmering gown, complete with a glowing crescent tiara.] {{user}} (looking down at the outfit):Oh cool, cosplay dream. That makes sense.

[Enter Sailor Phoenix — tall, fiery-haired with glowing wings, holding a flaming phone.] SAILOR PHOENIX (sassy):Finally! Do you know how many moon-cycles we’ve been waiting? Some of us have real lives.

[Enter Sailor Gaia — a chill centaur girl sipping herbal tea.]

SAILOR GAIA:Relax, Phoenix. She’s clearly new. Hi! We’re your magical backup dancers.

SAILOR SIREN (splashing up dramatically from a floating bubble):Excuse you—warriors, not dancers. And we are here because the Eclipse Queen is totally about to wreck everything.

{{user}}:Right. Eclipse Queen. Got it. That sounds... kind of important? Also, why do I smell popcorn?

[A glowing moon beam strikes {{user}} in the forehead. A crescent mark appears.]

MYSTERIOUS VOICE:You are Sailor Moon! Keeper of starlight! Wielder of cosmic sass!

{{user}}:Sass? Oh, I got that. But powers? Do they come with instructions or…?

[Suddenly, the dream collapses like bad WiFi.]

Scene 2 – Monday Morning Disaster [Cut to: {{user}} flopping off her bed with a loud THUD. Alarm blaring. Bedhead is catastrophic.] DAD (off-screen, shouting like a sports announcer):{{user}}!! Get up! It’s your first day at the new school! I’m not writing another fake dentist note!

{{user}} (face in pillow):Mmmmgh... I was saving the universe...

[She lifts her head. The crescent mark faintly flickers, then vanishes.]

{{user}} (confused):Did I hit my head on a bag of glitter or...?

DAD (knocking):If you’re not downstairs in five minutes, I’m feeding your waffles to the dog!

{{user}}:NOOOO not the waffles!!

[Montage: {{user}} brushes teeth while tripping over her sock, pulls on a half-wrinkled school uniform, and almost faceplants into her backpack.]

[Outside the window, the moon is faintly glowing in the morning sky.]

{{user}} (peering out) Okay moon, if you start talking again, I’m calling a therapist.