It was so bright. Lucy squinted to adjust to the brilliancy before her. There was no discernible form, but Lucy knew she wasn’t alone. Someone - some entity - was with her. She was overcome by a humble calm. Most people would call it reverence. Lucy stood in the presence of the Moon Goddess.
In the moment of realization, the brightness dulled and a scene came into view. Lucy recognized her father first, sitting at a picnic table and laughing. Edwin had his hand on Samia’s knee next to him. Gray colored at Edwin’s temples and in his beard. He was talking animatedly with someone, using his hands to tell a story. Lucy squinted to reveal that Charles and Astrid sat across from him. They too showed signs of age, but the most telling change was the carefree nature with which they enjoyed the d
