The space Luna found herself in wasn't like her dreams. Those were often filled with shifting colors and feelings. This was… solid. She stood on a platform of what looked like swirling, solidified light, under a sky that wasn't a sky but a vast, intricate tapestry of interconnected threads, some glowing brightly, others frayed and dim, and a few snapping violently. It was silent, but a silence that hummed with immense, latent power.
"Hello?" her voice, the small, uncertain voice of a five-year-old, didn't echo. It was simply absorbed by the immensity.
A figure coalesced from the light of the platform before her. It was neither old nor young, male nor female. It was simply… presence. Its form was vaguely humanoid, but composed of the same shifting, luminous threads that made up the sky-tapestry. This was the Time Warden.
You are learning to perceive the Weave, a voice said, not in her ears, but directly in her mind. It was calm, vast, and held an impossible age.
