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.