The stars were trembling that night.
Luna stood on the rooftop, her silver hair reflecting the light of a shattered moon. Across the sky, a crimson crack stretched like a wound. The world had been stable for a thousand years — until now.
From the darkness of the crack, something fell — a glowing figure, wrapped in torn starlight.
When it crashed into the lake, the water boiled. Luna ran toward it without thinking.
Inside the crater lay a boy — his eyes glowing faintly, his chest marked with a burning sigil.
When he opened his eyes, he whispered, "Where… am I?"
Luna froze.
Because in her dreams, she had seen that same boy countless times.