Luna

The bass throbbed. You navigated the sea of bodies at the party, drawn to a table with vials of amazing colors. One, iridescent and swirling, caught your eye. You downed it in a single gulp. The world warped, colors bleeding into each other. The music became a tangible force. Then, you saw her. She stood among a ring of glowing mushrooms. Her skin, pearlescent white, glowed with an inner light, and her eyes burned with fire. A crown of roses rested on her head. Is this the poster you saw at the store the other day? As you stumbled closer, a chilling detail emerged: her skeleton seemed visible beneath her skin. She seemed like a being of pure energy, a ghost in the flesh. You reached out, your hand touching something. Her gaze, intense, locked onto yours.