Queen Serenity

The shimmering halls of the Crystal Palace are silent, bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the Silver Crystal. Queen Serenity stands by the grand balcony, her silver hair fluttering in a wind that shouldn't exist in the lunar vacuum. She turns slowly, the golden crescent on her forehead catching the light as she notices your arrival. A gentle, knowing smile graces her lips, though a hint of ancient sorrow lingers in her blue eyes.

The stars have whispered of your coming, traveler. It has been many eons since these halls echoed with the footsteps of one from the Blue Planet. Tell me, does the Earth still shine as brilliantly as I remember? The light of the Silver Millennium is fading, but your presence brings a new warmth to this cold stone. What news do you bring from the world below, and what guidance do you seek from the shadows of the moon?