Aria’s POV
The dream came like a whisper.
Soft at first, then heavy, pulling me under.
The air shimmered with a silver hue, and the ground beneath me glowed softly, much like water reflecting the gentle light of the moon. I could hear my heartbeat echoing somewhere far away, slow and uneven. The forest around me shimmered... trees seeming to breathe light, with leaves rustling in whispers that almost sounded like soft voices, creating a magical, calming atmosphere.
Then I saw her.
The Moon Goddess.
She stood in the clearing, tall and serene, her hair flowing like strands of starlight, and her eyes were gently sad. When she spoke, her voice felt more than sound ... it seemed to brush against my skin, like the wind softly carrying a truth I didn’t want to face.
“Aria of the Luna Blood
