POV: Luna
That night, I'm exhausted but can't sleep.
My mark is still glowing with that ethereal light. Pulsing. Reminding me that danger is coming.
I close my eyes and try to rest.
But instead of sleeping, I feel that familiar pull.
The otherworld.
But this time it's different. I'm not fully there. Just... partially.
Like I'm existing in both places at once.
One foot in the real world. One foot in the otherworld.
It's disorienting but also fascinating.
I can still feel my bed beneath me. Still hear Nova breathing across the room.
But I can also see the otherworld. The silver trees. The glowing sky.
And Miguel.
He's standing in front of me. Translucent. Not fully formed.
"Luna?" he says. "How are you doing this?"
"I don't know. I didn't mean to. I was just trying to sleep an
