Queen Luna: Once Rejected, Now Ruthless
Floating beasts—great feathered lions, moon deer with constellations in their fur, dragons that rode the current of air like dancers.
Towers of divine stone, floating upside down or sideways, spiraled around islands like forgotten songs.
Massive ruins of old shrines, overgrown with vines made of silver thread.
And above them all—the Moon Palace, perched on the largest floating continent in the sky, its pillars carved from starlight, its bridges made of transparent magic, and its halls taller than mountains, humming with forgotten power.
I landed softly on a path of glowing runes. Beneath my feet, the stone shifted—alive, aware, ancient. It remembered me.
Bab Populer