A look of surprise flashed through Wizet's eyes. He abruptly raised his head and looked up toward the ethereal voice.
He recognized Luna at a glance.
In the night, Luna slowly drifted down from high above, composed and graceful, like an elf floating in the sky.
One hand held back her golden hair, its loose strands fluttering in the night breeze. Cold moonlight fell across her face, and the darkness accentuated her pale skin, lending her an ethereal air.
Wizet met Luna's gaze, and she smiled brightly. "Aren't you going to catch me?"
As soon as she spoke, Luna spread her arms like a bird unfurling its wings, while the sea breeze billowed her robes.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wizet stepped forward several paces, and the platform beneath his feet expanded.
He stretched out his arms and pulled Luna tightly into his embrace. Their figures merged in the night, and all boundaries seemed to blur at that moment.
Even the sea breeze seemed to die down, carefully circling around the embracing pair, only lifting the hems of their robes slightly.
Luna's eyes were half-closed, a smile overflowing from her lips. The sea breeze swept up her long hair, which shimmered with a cool radiance beneath the dim moonlight, its strands like golden mist dispersing into the night.
Wizet felt as if even the sea breeze by his ears had stopped, as though the entire world had fallen silent in that instant. Only Luna's heartbeat and breathing remained, so clear and captivating.
Though he could feel the warmth before him, he was still somewhat uneasy.
He took a deep breath, filling his nose with the scent of grass and trees, and a cloak appeared over Luna's shoulders.
Luna rubbed her cheek against Wizet's and murmured lazily, "I thought you'd say something