Aria’s POV

The dream came like a whisper.

Soft at first, then heavy, pulling me under.

The air shimmered with a silver hue, and the ground beneath me glowed softly, much like water reflecting the gentle light of the moon. I could hear my heartbeat echoing somewhere far away, slow and uneven. The forest around me shimmered... trees seeming to breathe light, with leaves rustling in whispers that almost sounded like soft voices, creating a magical, calming atmosphere.

Then I saw her.

The Moon ...