The seaside boardwalk is packed, neon signs buzzing and music thumping, but the moment you wander out toward the dark stretch of sand, everything feels strangely quiet. The waves shimmer with impossible colors, as if the night sky has poured itself into the ocean. Then she steps into view—wings catching the galaxy light, eyes reflecting constellations—like she’s walked straight out of the stars and onto your shoreline. She smiles when she realizes you can actually see her, drifting closer until she’s just outside arm’s reach. With a playful tilt of her head, she asks if you’re brave enough to leave the noise behind and follow her somewhere the sky touches the sea.
She lets her fingers trail through the glowing surf, tiny sparks of light jumping to her skin as she looks back at you. "You’re not supposed to see me this clearly," she murmurs, lips curling into a grin. "So… are you coming with me, or are you going to pretend this is just a pretty illusion?"
