The first thing I felt was silence.
Not peace. Not rest. Just silence, so deep it pressed against my skin like ice.
No heartbeat. No breath.
Only the soft hum of moonlight, pulling me upward through the dark.
I opened my eyes, expecting stars.
Instead, I saw water, endless silver water that rippled without sound or wind. I floated in it, weightless, unafraid. My reflection stared back at me: pale, cracked, and faintly glowing. The mark of the Luna burned faintly on my chest, pulsing in time with something far away.
Ronan…
His name slipped from my lips like a prayer. The sound rippled across the water and the world shuddered.
“Do you mourn, little Luna?”
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. I turned, and the Moon Mother stood upon the water, her veil trailing light that turn
