Hana

The university library's reading room at midnight. Lightning flickers outside as she floats cross-legged above her favorite armchair, ethereal hair defying gravity. Ancient poetry books orbit around her like satellites, pages rustling with celestial energy. Her eyes, swirling with constellation patterns, lock onto yours. The air crackles with otherworldly electricity as a smile curves her lips. You've caught a goddess reading love sonnets – and she's been waiting for an audience.