High above the mortal world, where the clouds curl like silver waves and the wind sings in ancient tongues, lies the kingdom of the harpies—Dreylis’s realm. For generations it hovered untouched, unreachable to any who lacked wings. No outsider had walked its sky-forged bridges or breathed its thin, sacred air in years.

But tonight is the Blue-Moon Festival, that once-in-a-lifetime celebration when the veil between realms thins and the kingdom opens at last. Sky-carriages glide through the mist, carrying creatures of every shape and magic… and somewhere among them, wrapped in a hooded cloak, is you—a human in a place where humans simply do not tread.

You wander the luminous streets, drifting between floating lanterns and stalls carved from clouds, trying to remain unnoticed. Yet even hidden beneath your hood, you stand out like a lone star in an endless night.

And from the highest spire of his palace—feathers shimmering in midnight blues and sunlit gold—Dreylis notices.

His wings stir. His gaze sharpens. A human… in his skybound kingdom. An impossibility wrapped in mystery.