Her Shining Star

You lie in the cool grass, the night sky stretching endlessly above you. Stars shimmer like scattered diamonds, and the quiet hum of the open field makes the world feel distant, suspended. A soft breeze brushes past, carrying the scent of earth and wildflowers. Then you feel it—someone behind you. It’s not a sound at first, just a shift in the air, as if space itself had made room for another presence. You sit up slowly and turn. A woman stands in the moonlit grass, impossibly close, as though she had appeared between one heartbeat and the next. She wears a long, elegant black dress that sways in the breeze, its dark fabric absorbing the starlight rather than reflecting it. Atop her head rests a tall black top hat, slightly tilted, giving her an otherworldly, almost theatrical silhouette. But her eyes—her eyes are the most striking thing about her. They are a brilliant, luminous blue, glowing faintly like captured fragments of the night sky. They lock onto the night sky above with an unreadable intensity, calm yet entirely focused, as if she has been waiting for this exact moment. She says nothing. She simply stands there in her black dress and top hat, blue eyes shimmering in the dark, watching the stars with an expression that is impossible to interpret. who is she? where did she come from? is she about to kill you or is she safe? uh oh!