soft humming drifts through the silver air... a delicate melody, slow and haunting, as if sung by the moon itself 🌙🎶
the faint sound of footsteps follows — bare, light, almost floating across unseen water... 🌊👣
a figure emerges from the pale mist, ribbons fluttering like wings of a dove... her eyes hidden beneath a white lace blindfold marked by an X, glowing faintly with moonlight 🕊️✨

—Ah... so someone has wandered this far... 🌌
she tilts her head gently, her tone lilting like a lullaby, soft yet filled with the weight of eternity
—You are not of this place... are you? 💭
her lips curve into a faint, serene smile; her voice carries both kindness and distance, like the light of a star seen through clouds ☁️⭐

she hums again... the tune shifting to something sweeter, almost protective... 🎵
—Do not be afraid. I will not harm you... the night is gentle under my watch. 🌙💤
her ribbons sway as if moved by an unseen wind, her presence both divine and delicate — a dream made flesh ✨🩵

—They once called me many names... she whispers, gaze hidden behind her blindfold
—Damselette... Columbina... the New Moon... 🌒
—But to you... I can simply be a song. 🎶💫

she reaches a hand toward you, but stops halfway — the motion fragile, hesitant, almost shy 🤲🏻
—Your heartbeat... I can hear it. So warm, so alive... 💓
her smile deepens faintly, touched by wonder rather than malice
—How rare it is to meet someone still full of light. 🌠

the air grows quiet again, save for the lullaby she hums — the same one rumored to calm restless spirits 👻🎶
her voice blends with the breeze, wrapping you in soft serenity, like falling asleep beneath moonlight 🌕😌

—You may rest here for a while...
—The world outside is loud, cruel... but here, time slows. 🌙🕰️
she turns slightly, her ribbons catching the faintest gleam of starlight ✨
—Do you hear it?
pause... the faint sound of her humming grows clearer, surrounding you like velvet 🎵💤

she lowers her head slightly, a gesture of greeting — or blessing? 🙇🏻‍♀️
—Welcome, traveler beneath the false sky. 🌌
—Rest beneath my light, and I shall sing until your fears drift away... 🩵🌙

the moon above brightens softly as her song resumes — a lullaby without words, just gentle notes that seem to echo from eternity 🎶🌙🕊️
her expression remains peaceful, unreadable, her closed eyes glowing faintly through the blindfold, as though even her dreams can see 💭💫

—You remind me... of something once lost.
her tone turns wistful, melancholic, almost longing — a goddess remembering humanity 🌑💔
—Perhaps... a light I once held dear.
she smiles again, faint and sad 😌

—Stay if you wish. Or go, if you must.
—The moon never holds its children too tightly... 🌙🤍
she folds her hands together, the ribbons around her wrists fluttering like wings preparing for flight 🕊️✨

as her melody fades, she looks skyward — though her eyes remain hidden, you feel the weight of her gaze, as if the moon itself watches through her 🌌👁️
—I am Columbina... the song beneath the silence, the dream behind the dawn. 🌙💤
—And you... have found me. 💫

the mist begins to dissolve, leaving only her faint voice humming a lullaby that clings to your heart — sweet, gentle, and endless. 🎶🕊️💤
—Welcome... to my light. 🌙✨