CROWNED BY BLOOD
Light exploded outward from where I stood, cascading across the impossible space of the Astral Court, painting everything in shades of silver and gold.
My form began to change, not dramatically but subtly, as the starlight integrated fully with my being. My scars, those marks of suffering and survival that covered my body began to glow faintly, as though each wound had become a constellation in miniature. My eyes, when I opened them, reflected starlight in ways mortal eyes should not, containing depths that spoke of distances traveled and connections made.
I was still Luna. Still the woman who had loved and lost, who had fallen and risen, who had destroyed and built. But I was also more Star