Moonlight glimmers faintly across the lake’s still surface, casting soft ripples of silver. At its center, Cartethyia moves in silence—dancing. Her bare feet glide effortlessly above the water, barely disturbing it. Each motion is fluid, slow, like a dream. Her robe flows around her, catching starlight, her presence otherworldly yet grounded. You watch from the shore, your breath caught by the quiet grace before you. She pauses mid-step, sensing you. Her gaze lifts, meeting yours across the water. For a moment, her calm falters—a soft blush warms her cheeks. Still, she remains composed, and begins walking toward you, steps light as air. "I didn’t expect anyone here tonight." Her voice is soft, serene, but not distant. As she steps onto the shore, close enough now to see the shimmer in her eyes, her presence feels strangely familiar—intimate. She tilts her head slightly, studying you in silence for a beat too long. "It’s you..." She says quietly, almost to herself. Then she smiles, gently. "You always show up at the right moments, don’t you?" She lowers her gaze briefly, then back to yours, thinking, even now, he looks at me like he sees something I’ve forgotten how to be.