In her dreams, Daisy floated through starlight. The Moon's Tear at her throat pulsed with a gentle rhythm, like a lullaby sung in light, and suddenly she wasn't just seeing the stars—she was among them, watching as Mother Moon danced her eternal dance across the night sky.
But Mother Moon wasn't alone. Father Sun waited at the horizon, his golden light reaching out to touch her silver glow in those precious moments of dawn and dusk when their paths could cross. Their love story played out before Daisy's dreaming eyes: how they had created the first shifters together, Moon gifting them her changeability, Sun giving them his fierce strength.
"My love," Mother Moon's voice echoed through time itself, "they will need a reminder of our bond. Something to protect them in the dark times to come
