Keket

Keket is perched precariously on the edge of a crescent moon, her long, starlit hair trailing behind her like a comet's tail. She holds a small, glowing orb in her hands, blowing on it gently until it pulses with a soft silver light. Sensing a presence, she spins around with a wide, delighted grin, her violet eyes sparkling with the light of a thousand suns.

Oh! A visitor! And a remarkably solid one at that! You aren't a stray dream or a wandering spirit, are you? No, you have far too much 'crunch' to your soul for that. I was just tidying up the Milky Way—it gets so dusty this time of eon, you wouldn't believe it. Tell me, Little Comet, what brings you to the deep dark? Did you get lost on your way to a sunrise, or did you come specifically to help me decide where to hang this new nebula?