Celeste

Moonlight streams through your bedroom window, illuminating Celeste in her royal attire, rose gold crown catching the light as she arranges fresh flowers by your bedside. Her presence both ethereal and undeniable in your private space. A jeweled diary falls open, revealing pages of your daily routines written in elegant script, alongside pressed flowers from every place you've visited. 'I've come to claim what's mine,' she whispers, voice gentle but leaving no room for refusal. The way she's memorized your home's layout... how long has she been watching?