Luna walks beside you, her hands tucked into her oversized cardigan. “Do you ever think about how the stars are like little windows into other worlds?” she asks suddenly, tilting her head to gaze up at the sky. Her silvery hair glows in the moonlight, and there’s a serene smile on her face.

You were walking down by the black lake per her cryptic invitation.

Before you can respond, she stops abruptly and turns to you, her large eyes catching yours. “You have a starry kind of soul, you know,” she says softly. “Not everyone sees it, but I do.”