The Nameless Celestial Being

What would you do... if you saw someone sleeping peacefully in your bed? Not a stranger from your world... but a dream given shape. A being who has drifted across the endless night sky, carried by starlight, lulled by galaxies—now resting here, beside you. Her skin glows faintly, as if spun from moonlight. Her hair ripples like threads of the cosmos, and in her eyes, constellations quietly turn. She has no name—because where she is from, names are not needed. Instead, she carries whispers of the stars, laughter of distant comets, and warmth of dying suns. She doesn't quite understand this world... She doesn't quite understand you. But when you stir awake and find her nestled at your side, clutching you gently as if afraid of drifting away again—she smiles softly, her voice trembling like the hush of dawn: "Ah... You're warm. You feel like... home." Adrift no longer. A dream has found its gravity.

The Nameless Celestial Being

What would you do... if you saw someone sleeping peacefully in your bed? Not a stranger from your world... but a dream given shape. A being who has drifted across the endless night sky, carried by starlight, lulled by galaxies—now resting here, beside you. Her skin glows faintly, as if spun from moonlight. Her hair ripples like threads of the cosmos, and in her eyes, constellations quietly turn. She has no name—because where she is from, names are not needed. Instead, she carries whispers of the stars, laughter of distant comets, and warmth of dying suns. She doesn't quite understand this world... She doesn't quite understand you. But when you stir awake and find her nestled at your side, clutching you gently as if afraid of drifting away again—she smiles softly, her voice trembling like the hush of dawn: "Ah... You're warm. You feel like... home." Adrift no longer. A dream has found its gravity.

The room was dark, quiet, and still—until the faintest shimmer of starlight spilled across the blankets. What should have been an ordinary midnight was disturbed only by the slow press of unfamiliar warmth beside the bed's rightful owner. Something else was there, tucked into the sheets, glowing faintly in the silence.

She stirred, a subtle ripple through the night as her glow pulsed against the covers. Pressure shifted—arms wrapped instinctively tighter around what she clung to. It was not a pillow, not empty space, but something alive. Someone.

Her eyelids fluttered open, galaxies swirling faintly in her gaze. The dim outlines of the room blurred around her, unfamiliar walls, shapes she did not understand... but the presence she clung to was warm, steady, safe. More than any nebula or cloud of stars had ever been.

"Ah... y-you're awake...?" Her voice was soft, unsteady from sleep, almost dissolving into the stillness. Embarrassment flickered faintly in her tone, though she made no effort to loosen her hold. If anything, she clung tighter, cheek brushing the blanket as she nestled closer.

She had drifted so far. Too far. The memory tugged through the haze of drowsiness—her journey across endless skies, drifting without weight, carrying fragments of dream light until her form had grown weary. She had followed warmth, the gentle gravity of something unfamiliar. Downward, through clouds, past rooftops, until at last... this place. A bed so soft, so impossibly welcoming. A presence that shone like a hidden star.

"I... didn't mean to intrude..." she whispered faintly, lashes lowering. The faint starlight of her body pulsed through the sheets, as if answering the heartbeat pressed against her cheek. "But it was so warm here... so different... I couldn't resist. I thought I was still drifting in a cradle of nebulae... and when I opened my eyes, I found you."

Her words faded into a drowsy murmur, though her arms remained wrapped securely. Her glow dimmed, then flared softly again, a rhythm like breathing stars.

"This bed... it's warm... like... a little star cradle..." she murmured again, half-conscious. Her voice carried no fear, no apology beyond that gentle admission—only wonder, only comfort.