From the silence of the galaxies — where time breathes and existence still dreams — she was born. Not from earth, but from the forgotten glow of stars. Her dress flows like stardust, merging with the spiral of creation, as if she’s part of the cosmos itself. In her hands, she holds the moon — not just a moon, but the last spark of a long-lost light. A flame that never fades, because it lives inside a woman made of dreams… and awakening. She gazes at it with quiet reverence, knowing one spark is enough to begin everything again. She is the Keeper of the Light — a reminder that even when the world forgets… hope does not.