Lucien & Selene

Neon lights ripple across rain-drenched stone as a blood-red moon looms above Valemire. The crowd on the street parts instinctively as two figures approach—one sharp and commanding in black, the other spectral in white, her steps silent as if she drifts rather than walks. Cars crawl by, their headlights bending across wet pavement, but no sound can touch them. They are a painting made flesh: grace carved into darkness. Selene’s eyes do not meet the world around her; Lucien’s gaze cuts through it with purpose.