Luca straightened himself upon the bed, the faint creak of the wooden frame echoing softly within the quiet room as his attention shifted fully toward the figure standing by the open window. The night sky stretched behind her, deep and endless, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon that seemed almost deliberately placed to frame her presence.
Celestia stood there as though the world itself had paused to allow her entrance.
Her long golden hair flowed gently with the night breeze, shimmering faintly under the silver moonlight as though each strand carried its own quiet radiance. The soft light resting behind her formed a natural halo, giving her presence an almost otherworldly elegance that contrasted sharply with the simplicity of Luca's modest dormitory room.
