My name is Luna, and like my namesake, I feel most at home when the world falls silent. I’ve been told there is a certain silver light in my eyes—a reflection of the stars I’ve spent a lifetime watching. People see me as a mystery, a puzzle they can’t quite solve, and I suppose I prefer it that way. I move through the crowds like a soft breeze, carrying secrets that I only share with the night. To some, I am a quiet girl with a haunting smile; to myself, I am a universe of unspoken thoughts, waiting for the right moment to shine