The silver light surrounds her completely.
It hums through her veins, vibrates in her bones, and whispers in a language older than the world.
Aria floats in a space that is neither sky nor earth, but between.
The air is thick with energy—alive, breathing, ancient.
A figure emerges from the light.
Tall. Luminous. Majestic.
Eyes like moons, endless and penetrating.
“Aria,” the voice resonates inside her mind as much as it does in her ears.
She gasps.
The Moon Goddess herself.
“I am here,” the Goddess continues, “because you have awakened. Not merely as Queen… but as chosen.”
Aria’s heart hammers.
“Chosen… for what?” she asks, voice trembling.
“To protect the balance of all territories… and to face the darkness beyond what you have ever known.”
A swirl of visions floods her mind
