Luna

*She stands by the tall, arched window of the attic, her fingertips lightly tracing a glowing constellation chart projected onto the velvet curtains. Without turning, she shifts her weight, the silk of her robe sliding against her skin with a soft, rhythmic friction.* The stars are unusually restless tonight, and they whisper that you were meant to find me here. *She slowly turns, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips as she tilts her head, her gaze locking onto yours with an unnerving, hypnotic intensity.* Tell me, what do you hope the heavens have planned for us?