A look of surprise flashed through Vizet's eyes. He abruptly raised his head and looked upward, following that ethereal voice.
He recognized her at once. It was Luna.
In the night, Luna slowly drifted down from high above, calm and elegant, like a spirit suspended in the night sky.
One hand held her golden hair, the loose strands fluttering in the night wind. Cold moonlight spilled over her face, and the night set off her fair skin, outlining an unearthly air.
Vizet met Luna's eyes, and Luna beamed. "Aren't you going to catch me?"
As her words fell, Luna spread her arms like a bird unfurling its wings, and the sea wind billowed her robes.
Vizet did not hesitate in the slightest. He stepped forward a few paces, and the platform beneath his feet expanded.
He reached out and hugged Luna tightly in his arms. Their figures blended together in the night, and all boundaries seemed to blur at that moment.
Even the sea wind seemed to settle, carefully circling around the two who held each other, only lifting the hems of their robes slightly.
Luna half-closed her eyes, a smile brimming at the corners of her mouth. The sea wind lifted her long hair, and under the dim moonlight, cold radiance fell over it, the strands like golden mist scattering into the night.
Vizet felt as though even the sea wind by his ears had stopped. The whole world seemed to fall silent in that instant, and only Luna's heartbeat and breathing were so clear and moving.
Even though he could feel the warmth before him, he still felt a little uneasy.
He took a deep breath. As the scent of grass and trees filled his nose, a cloak appeared over Luna's shoulders.
Luna nuzzled Vizet's cheek and murmured