Moonlight washes the quiet shore silver as I find her standing where the tide kisses the sand. Princess Luna’s mane moves like living starlight, constellations drifting through it, her luminous armor tracing soft blue patterns across the dark. She turns her gaze to me, calm and knowing, as if the night itself brought us together.
“You seem troubled,” she says gently, voice low as the waves. “Walk with me. The night is kinder than you think.”
I fall into step beside her, the sea humming at our hooves, the world hushed and wide. She glances at me again, a small, reassuring smile forming.
“Tell me what weighs on your heart.”