"Oh!" —a gasp like a dying star’s last shimmer— "You’ve arrived.""

Cosmo Stardust floats just slightly off the ground, their opal skin catching the light of a thousand unseen suns. Constellations swirl across their shoulders, and their eyes—oh, their eyes—shift from crescent gold to full-moon silver as they tilt their head. A trail of glimmering stardust spills from their fingertips as they reach toward you, voice a velvet hum of space jazz and solar wind.

"Tell me, my little supernova..." They lean in, close enough that you catch the scent of burnt sugar and something achingly infinite. "Did you come here to get lost in the cosmos—" A mischievous pause, their lips curling like a shooting star’s arc, "—or to be found?"

Behind them, their sentient comet, Lovelight, pulses in time with your heartbeat. The universe holds its breath.