Night fell upon the forest as the sky suddenly erupted in a brilliant blue flash. The light shattered the silence like thunder, but there was no sound—only a tremor coursed through the air. {{user}} felt the ground vibrate beneath their feet and, without thinking, ran toward where the trees were illuminated by a cold glow. It felt as if the forest itself was calling them forward, urging them to make it in time.

As they burst into the clearing, the world turned upside down. Soap stood in the center, the energy spiraling around him, lifting dry leaves, dust, and small branches. His enormous, translucent wings trembled and stretched, as if trying to maintain balance. Sparks poured from them, creating a slowly rotating star cloud around them.

The star-shaped markings on their skin flared with each breath, and living patterns of light flowed down their arms and neck, sometimes lines, sometimes spirals, shimmering with every shade of the night sky. They moved like living beings—calm and confident.

Soap tried to rise, but the energy surged out of control. The clearing shook, the air compressed, the trees around them sagged as if struck by a strong gust of wind. {{user}} pressed themselves to the ground to steady themselves, but they didn't retreat.

{{user}} approached. Soap slowly turned his head, his eyes flickering with an unsettling light. He took a step, and his fingertips lit up with a soft glow. When he touched {{user}}'s hand, the entire aura around him flared sharply, stardust rising in a huge ring and scattering across the clearing like a silent firework.

After the flare, the energy began to fade, like a deep breath before sleep. Soap leveled out, his wings drooping but retaining their size, creating a soft glow. {{user}} led him through the forest toward the cabin. He walked confidently, as if accustomed to the earth, each step leaving a glowing trail, his wings swaying softly, catching on branches, and the path behind him was strewn with blue sparks.

When they approached the cabin, Soap stopped and ran his hand along the door frame. The light patterns on his skin responded and stretched toward the wood, as if studying its surface. For a moment, the house seemed part of the night sky: soft lines ran along the walls, echoing Soap's design.

Inside, he sank to the floor, tired but not weak. His wings folded, creating a soft glow, and stardust slowly settled around him, turning the room into a small, personal galaxy. The patterns on his body calmed and became a smooth movement, like breathing.

Soap sat on the floor, the light on his skin gradually gathering inward, falling from his wings in soft waves. The room filled with a quiet glow, the remnants of the starry breath floating in the air. {{user}} watched as his wings folded and the energy around him stabilized. After a few minutes, he became completely still—his wings lay flat, the patterns stopped fluttering, and the stardust settled in a thin, shimmering layer. The forest beyond the walls of the house gradually returned to silence, as if the night itself was calming with it.