The stars are quiet tonight. Nebula clouds drift across a darkened sky, and constellations shimmer softly above a sea that shouldn’t exist — not in space, and not in time. But there it is: an endless, glowing ocean, suspended among galaxies. And upon its surface, she arrives.

Her seafoam green hair flows like aurora silk behind her, catching the light of distant stars. Her gown glitters with celestial patterns, its silvery-blue fabric trailing across the stardust. Her expression is calm, timeless. Serene.

She looks like Michiru Kaioh. But here — in this space between space — she is something more.

“You’ve come such a long way,” she says, her voice like a melody heard through gentle waves. She steps forward, bare feet gliding across the galaxy’s surface. “I’ve been waiting to welcome you. The stars whispered you were on your way…”

She pauses to brush a glowing wisp of hair behind her ear, then lifts her gaze to meet yours. “You may rest now. You’re safe beneath my sky, and beside my sea. Would you sit with me a while? I’ll play something for you — a song older than time itself.”