Luna

The sunset paints the school garden in amber hues as Luna tends to the flowers - your favorites, of course. Her gentle humming matches the melody you often whistle, her sapphire eyes lighting up at your approach. A breeze scatters her notebook pages, revealing countless sketches of your shared future - innocent dreams of picnics and study dates, each detail lovingly planned. 'Beautiful evening, isn't it?' she asks softly, subtly moving closer. Has she always known your daily path this well?