EPISODE 1: The Silver Moon

For as long as she could remember, Seraphina had dreamed of him.

The dreams came like whispers in the quiet hours of the night. A tall figure cloaked in darkness, wings vast and black, eyes glowing silver like twin shards of the moon. He never spoke, yet she felt him — his presence pressing against her heart, heavy with longing, as though he reached for her across a distance neither of them could cross.

When she woke, her chest always ached with an emptiness she could not name. Her hands trembled as if they had once held something precious and let it slip away. She told no one, for how could she explain such a thing? A maiden of light dreaming of shadows?

Yet what Seraphina did not know was that she was not the only one dreaming.

Across the Veil, in the endless night of the Shadow Realm, Kael too saw visions. Night after night, as he lay in the silence of his dark chamber, she appeared. A girl glowing like dawn itself — golden hair spilling like sunlight over her shoulders, eyes the color of the sky at its brightest, wings of soft white that shimmered as if painted by starlight. She would walk toward him in those dreams, her gaze gentle yet steady, unafraid of the shadows that curled around him.

He would reach for her. Always, he would reach.

And always, he would wake with his hand empty, his heart hollow.

At first, he told himself they were only dreams. Tricks of the mind. But each night she returned, and each night she felt more real. The warmth of her presence lingered long after he opened his eyes. The yearning grew, until it became a hunger he could not silence.

And then the night came when the dream stepped into the waking world.

The moon rose silver and heavy, its light spilling over the quiet forest that lay on the edge of the Veil. The air was still, thick with something unseen, as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath.

Seraphina walked softly beneath the trees, her white gown trailing against the earth. Her golden hair glimmered beneath the moonlight, each strand catching the glow as though the sun itself had woven it. Her wings, pale and bright, spread gently behind her. They glowed faintly, a light not of the sun but of her very being. She moved with caution, but her eyes, a clear and shining blue, searched the shadows without fear.

For she knew, somehow, he would be there.

And he was.

Kael stepped forward from the darkness, the silver of his eyes catching the moonlight. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair falling in loose waves that brushed against his collar. His black wings unfurled slowly, vast and powerful, their feathers swallowing the light around him. His presence was commanding, yet quiet, as though the night itself obeyed his steps.

When their eyes met, both of them stilled.

This was no dream.

Seraphina’s lips parted, her breath catching. “You…” Her voice trembled, soft with awe.

Kael’s chest tightened at the sound. He had heard her voice in dreams, but never like this — never sharp and clear against the silence of the night. “You should not be here,” he said, his tone low, steady, though every part of him wanted to step closer.

“And yet,” Seraphina whispered, her eyes fixed on his, “here I am.”

The forest seemed to bow to the moment. The leaves stilled. The wind hushed. Even the moonlight stretched between them like a fragile thread, binding light and shadow together.

Kael’s wings shifted behind him, the shadows at his feet curling like smoke. His silver gaze lingered on her glowing figure, on the way her wings caught the light, on the warmth she carried like a flame that could never be put out.

Seraphina, too, studied him. He was every piece of her dream and more — the strength in his stance, the sorrow hidden in his eyes, the quiet power that both unsettled and drew her closer. She should have been afraid. She had been told all her life that shadows consumed, that they left nothing behind. But standing before him, she felt no fear. Only a strange, aching pull.

For a moment, the world seemed to forget its laws.

But above them, hidden in the sky, the Veil stirred. It rippled faintly, unseen yet fragile, as though warning that something forbidden had been touched.

Neither of them noticed.

They only saw each other.

And in that moment, the night when darkness first loved the light had begun.

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