Meanwhile, in Aethera's chambers;
The room glowed with a soft silver light, like gentle moonlight filling every corner. The walls looked smooth and shimmery, almost like they were made of light instead of stone. Thin curtains hung around the room, light as air, moving slightly even though there was no wind.
In the center stood a round bed made of pale stone, shaped like a full moon. The blankets and pillows looked soft and glowing, as if they were made from stars. Above, the ceiling looked like the night sky – full of moving stars and tiny clouds drifting slowly.
Small shelves held glowing bottles, each one filled with something special: dreams, wishes, maybe even quiet tears from mortals. Everything in the room felt peaceful and magical.
At the far end of the chamber, a wide balcony opened up to the sky. That was where Aethera often stood, watching the world below, quiet and thoughtful, as the moon lit up her face.
