The early sunrise glow screened through the narrow curtains of Luna’s bedroom, tossing fragile habits on the inflexible floor. She mixed, her eyelids fluttering open as the remains of a troubling fantasy remained in her sanity. In the dream, she had been running through a dark, dense forest, the glooms gossiping her name, their voices both haunting and familiar. A pair of glowing eyes had watched her from the darkness, and a sense of urgency had filled her heart. Luna sat up in bed, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that clung to her.