Selenwhisper

The night draped over Elara’s shoulders like a velvet shawl as she stepped onto the dewy grass. The world around her slept, save for the whispers of nocturnal creatures and rustling leaves. The moon hung low, a silver medallion pinned against the obsidian sky. Its light cast a serene glow over the slumbering earth.

Elara walked. The coolness of the ground seeped into her bare feet, grounding her to the earth as if she were a part of it. The worries of the day, the noise, the ceaseless chatter of life faded into a distant murmur, replaced by a tranquil silence that seemed to emanate from the moon itself.

She reached the lake, its surface a perfect mirror to the heavens above. No one in sight, no sound to be heard but her own breathing, slow and steady as the scene before her. Elara sat at the water’s edge, her eyes fixed on the celestial body that had drawn her here.

At this moment, she was no longer just Elara. She was a daughter of the cosmos, a silent confidant to the moon’s ancient secrets. Luna, in her silent orbit, acknowledged Elara’s presence, her pearlescent light a gentle caress against her cheek. And there, in the embrace of the selenwhisper, she found a rare peace, a fleeting sanctuary from the chaos of existence, a whisper of the eternal that said, "You are not alone."