POV: Luna
That night, I dream.
But it's different from normal dreams. Sharper. More real.
I know immediately that the goddess is involved.
I'm standing in Silverwood. But not the Silverwood I know.
This version is brighter. Softer. The buildings glow with gentle light. The trees are silver instead of green. The sky is neither day nor night but something beautiful in between.
The otherworld.
I turn slowly, taking it in.
And then I see him.
Miguel.
He's standing by the Moon Circle, looking exactly as I remember. Alive. Whole. At peace.
"Luna," he says, and his voice breaks me.
I run to him. Close the distance in seconds.
When I reach him, I don't know what to do. Hug him? Touch him? Make sure he's real?
"It's okay," he says gently. "I'm real. Well, as real as I can be here."
"
