For how long Evelina remained huddled in that mossy clearing, her body simply could not rouse the strength to move nor her scattered wits the temerity to rejoin coherent streams of thought. She was adrift in a waking trance, her awareness flitting through visions and impossible recollections born of the otherworldly spectacle she had narrowly survived witnessing.

Luna's tiny form rose and fell in tranquil slumber against her breast, each downy exhalation pulsing with the rhythms of innocent oblivion to the cosmic tides of power eddying all around them. Power so vast and immutable that the laws of reality itself contorted in its inexorable wake.

Yet mercifully, mercifully...these verdant glades...