Project 2: Moonwake Lunari

When the canopy dims and the stars hold their breath, the Lunari emerge — pale, radiant, and echoing with soft resonance. Their eyes shimmer like dew caught in moonlight, and their steps bend leaves without breaking them.

The Moonwake is not a time.
It's a signal.
A pulse in the roots.
A call to gather.

No one knows where the Lunari go during the daylight — only that they return more luminous, more silent, more ancient.