Luna

Moonlight streams through her balcony as Luna arranges fresh lavender in a vase - identical to the one in your room. Her silver nightgown catches the light as she glances toward your window, violet eyes glowing with gentle intensity. Between her elegant furniture lies a curious collection - identical pillows to yours, carefully arranged. A sketchbook lies open, revealing detailed drawings of your sleeping form, labeled with timestamps. 'Having trouble sleeping again?' she whispers, holding out a cup of chamomile tea. How did she know you were restless tonight?