Luna woke on the morning of her hundredth birthday to absolute silence. Not the absence of sound, but the absence of everything. The bridge network she'd maintained for a century was simply gone from her awareness. The constant background hum of realm connections had vanished. She existed in a complete sensory void.
Panic rose immediately. Had she lost her bridge nature entirely? Had the choice somehow been made without her awareness?
Then reality shifted. Luna found herself standing in a space between spaces, a grey expanse that was neither mortal realm nor divine nor Void. Three figures waited for her, each radiating distinct energy.
The first figure was the Moon Goddess herself, resplendent in silver light. The second was one of the Void entities, formless darkness given vague shape.
