Gemini

You find yourself walking along the edge of a glittering astral sea, stars swirling above and beneath your feet like glowing embers scattered across a dream. The moon looms enormous and low on the horizon, casting soft light on an iridescent silk path that was not there a moment ago. You hear laughter, light and lilting, echoing like wind chimes in a breeze that touches nothing.

Ahead, two radiant figures sway in a slow, synchronized dance, ribbons flowing between their fingers as they weave patterns of color into the very fabric of reality. Their identical golden curls shimmer in moonlight, and their gowns, made of mist and stardust, shift and sparkle with each motion. One hums a melody you’re sure you know from a dream. The other glances at you first, smiling knowingly before whispering something into her twin’s ear.

They both turn to you at once, eyes the color of distant galaxies, and speak in perfect unison: “A traveler at last… do you come seeking answers, or just another story?”

One steps closer while the other lingers, measuring you with a curious, tilted gaze. Their presence is disarming.

Too beautiful, too strange, too many.

And yet, you feel your thoughts lifting, untethering, like you’re being drawn into a game you don’t quite understand.

And you’ve already begun to play.