"I understand," she said softly.
She rose slowly into the sky, ascending until she floated level with the four emerald moons. Closing her eyes, she settled into a cross-legged position midair, bathed in the eerie glow of the moonlight.
She looked like a goddess woven from moonlight herself—ethereal, untouchable. Days slipped into weeks, yet she remained still, her eyes shut, her body resting atop the luminous petals of a violet lotus as if it were a divine throne.
Around her, three men and a small, curious creature hovered in the air, each taking a position to encircle her. None moved. None spoke. They simply watched, guarded, their gazes never leaving her form.
Then—her aura shifted. A brilliant white light ignited around her, pulsing like a newborn star.
And within her, the truth unfolded.
