Celeste’s fingers traced the delicate stitching on the onesie she’d had stashed away for months now, with Mini Dictator Beta embroidered in bold silver thread across the front. She chuckled to herself as she folded it neatly, the last image from the Moon Goddess’s message lingering in her mind: fire, walking. Whatever that meant, one thing was clear, change was coming. Big, messy, beautiful change.

Of course, the universe didn’t believe in subtle signs. It preferred chaos and chaos had ...