Celeste
The Scottish Highlands have always been my refuge.
I cannot say exactly when I began walking along the shores of Loch Ness on cold nights, but from the very first time, I felt as though the landscape spoke to me—as if it recognized me.
The wind there carried both freedom and longing in its scent.
The mist brushed my skin like ancient, gentle fingers, and the sound of the deep waters always calmed me, even when my soul felt restless for no clear reason.
That night, in particular, something was calling to me.
Not something I could see.
It was… a sensation.
As if the air were more alive.
As if the world were breathing differently.
I walked slowly, allowing my thoughts to drift as lightly as the breeze.
The damp grass whispered beneath my feet, and the moon, reflected across the vast lake, turned the water into something like a living mirror.
That was when nostalgia wrapped itself around me.
I have always been a dreamer—ever since childhood.
I have never been ashamed to admit it.
While others imagined ordinary futures, I imagined impossible encounters.
Beings of light.
Winged creatures.
Eyes shining like stars.
Love made of what cannot be touched, only felt within the soul.
Perhaps that is why I felt so at peace there.
The lake always awakened something deep inside me.
That night, my thoughts lingered on a feeling I had never known—yet secretly longed for.
Love.
Not ordinary love.
Not earthly love.
I wanted something greater.
Something that would flood my chest like a gentle avalanche.
Something that would make me believe the impossible could exist.
I remember closing my eyes and breathing deeply, the cold brushing my face like a kiss from the night.
I thought of the kind of love that exists only in dreams, of a gaze that sees through and recognizes, of a touch that needs no words to declare belonging.
And then… I felt him.
It was not a sound.
Not a movement.
It was… a presence.
As if the air had grown heavier.
As if the night had caught its breath.
As if the universe had aligned, if only for a moment.
I opened my eyes slowly.
At first, I saw nothing but the dark outline of the mountains.
Then something shimmered between them.
A blue light.
Soft, yet impossible to ignore.
And that was when I saw him.
He stood on the opposite shore, not far away.
Tall and commanding, yet strangely serene.
The moonlight illuminated his pale hair, as though it had been woven with light itself.
His face… was indescribable.
He did not seem real.
He seemed… shaped by the heavens.
When our eyes met, my heart stilled for a single breath.
Not from fear.
Not from surprise.
But from recognition.
As if I had been waiting for that gaze my entire life—and had finally found it.
My legs moved before I made any conscious decision.
My body carried me toward him, guided by an impulse I could not have explained even if I tried.
He seemed tense at first, as though he did not expect to be seen.
As though he were accustomed to being invisible to human eyes.
But I saw him.
I always would.
As I drew closer, I lifted my hand and brushed his brow with my fingertips—without knowing why.
It was instinctive.
And in that moment, something changed.
The blue light surrounding him intensified.
It was not frightening.
It was… warm.
Like an embrace made of energy.
That was when I knew.
He was not an ordinary man.
Not a lost traveler.
Not a dream.
He was him.
The being I had seen since I was a child, in fragmented dreams I had never shared for fear of seeming mad.
"I know who you are," I whispered, my heart pounding in my throat.
He did not answer at once.
He seemed to be struggling with something within himself.
But his eyes… his eyes said everything.
Then the light enveloped us.
It was like being submerged in warmth, as though stars were falling around us and dissolving against our skin.
I felt no fear.
Only peace.
Belonging.
The certainty that destiny was not a straight line—but a circle drawing us toward one another.
After that, everything became a perfect blur of sensation.
I do not remember the exact words we exchanged.
I remember his voice—deep, ancient, beautiful.
I remember how my body settled when I heard it.
And I remember one truth, as solid as the earth beneath my feet:
My life would never be the same.
Because that night, on the shores of Loch Ness, wrapped in blue light and the silence of the Highlands…
I found Lucifer.
Or perhaps…
Perhaps I was the one found by him.