Chapter 1The Mirror of the Stars
At the beginning of time, when the universe had not yet learned how to name its own mysteries, the firmament was not the dark emptiness we know today.
It was a Kingdom of Eternal Light.
A living tapestry of opal clouds, rivers of celestial energy, and currents of stardust that danced among newborn galaxies. There dwelled the Great Celestial Lineage, ancient beings born from the very essence of the cosmos, guardians of a light that had not yet known the shadow.
In that kingdom, the stars were not simple bodies suspended in the vastness of space. They were young beings of pure energy, creatures of fire, silver, and radiance that were only beginning to discover the greatness of their own existence.
Among them was Lùa.
The young Moon possessed a beauty unlike that of the other celestial beings. While others competed to make their light dominate the quartz plazas and celestial halls, she searched for places where silence spoke louder than any celebration.
Lùa did not wish to be the brightest.
She wished to understand.
That was why she escaped toward the borders of the Kingdom of Eternal Light, where currents of stars whispered forgotten stories and the air carried the scent of ancient waters.
Her favorite refuge was the Cliff of the Water Mirrors, a hidden corner among crystal mountains where countless waterfalls descended like veils of light over transparent rocks.
There, far from the eyes of the kingdom, Lùa could be who she truly was.
Not a moon destined to reflect the light of others.
But a unique essence waiting to discover her own destiny.
That day, the Kingdom of Eternal Light witnessed a phenomenon that occurred only once in every celestial era.
From the heights of the firmament, a magical snow began to descend, formed by tiny crystals of ice. It did not fall like a storm, but like a rain of silent stars that floated slowly through the air, illuminating everything with silver flashes.
The Cliff of the Water Mirrors awakened beneath that wonder.
The waterfalls, nourished by ancient currents of the cosmos, reflected thousands of fragments of light as the crystalline snow mingled with their eternal waters.
And there stood Lùa.
Beneath the embrace of the mystical waterfall, the young Moon closed her eyes and allowed the entire universe to surround her.
The pure water fell over her shoulders like threads of liquid silver, flowing along her figure with an almost sacred gentleness. The tiny ice crystals settled upon her ethereal robe, shone for a few moments, and then melted into her own energy.
For Lùa, that moment was not a simple dance.
It was a conversation with the cosmos.
Every movement of her body followed the secret rhythm of the waters. Every turn answered the whisper of the waterfall, as if nature itself had created a melody meant only for her.
She danced with her eyes closed, free from the expectations of the Great Celestial Lineage.
For a moment, she was not a moon destined to illuminate the night.
She was not a symbol.
She was not a reflection.
She was simply Lùa.
The crystalline snow caressed her face, the ancient waters sang around her, and in the middle of that forgotten corner of the kingdom, the young Moon discovered a happiness she had never found in the great celestial halls.
A happiness that did not need to be seen in order to exist.
Far away from that hidden corner of the kingdom, where crystal towers touched the currents of celestial energy, someone watched in silence.
It was the young Sun.
Heir to a force capable of illuminating entire galaxies, he had grown surrounded by admiration and fear. Since childhood, he had been taught that his duty was to burn brighter than any other celestial being, to keep the flame of the Celestial Kingdom alive, and to prove that greatness was born from power.
But no one had ever taught him how to listen.
No one had ever spoken to him of a light that did not burn.
That day, hidden among crystal formations that fragmented his radiance, the Sun arrived at the Cliff of the Water Mirrors, following a current of energy unknown to him.
And then he saw her.
Lùa danced beneath the crystalline snow, surrounded by the reflection of the waterfalls and the glow of thousands of tiny frozen stars.
For the first time in his existence, the Sun felt no desire to dominate the light before him, nor did he seek to burn with arrogance. As he looked upon her, his inner fire — accustomed to roaring like a storm — began to fall silent.
He understood that there were forces more powerful than the heat of a star: a gaze capable of calming a heart of fire, and a presence capable of transforming the immensity into a place less lonely. At that very moment, he knew with absolute certainty that his light was not meant to shine alone; it needed the serenity of that silver essence to find its true purpose.
The Sun did not behold her only with his eyes.
He recognized her with something older than memory itself.
When Lùa’s reflection appeared upon the surface of the water, an unknown energy traveled throughout the universe. It was as if the stars held their breath before an event that had been written long before their birth.
From his chest emerged a thread of invisible energy, a connection stronger than any metal ever created by the ancient celestial gods. It crossed the distance between them and joined with Lùa’s heart.
It was not a chain.
It was a promise.
A bond created by a magic older than time itself.
At that moment, the Sun knew that no cosmic storm, no command of the Kingdom, and no centuries yet unborn could erase what had awakened.
Lùa was his balance.
His refuge.
The place where his fire could finally rest.
When the dance came to an end, Lùa remained beneath the falling cascade for a few moments, listening to the ancient waters whisper secrets that only the cosmos could understand.
The crystalline snow continued to descend slowly around her, leaving small glimmers upon the transparent rocks of the cliff.
Then she felt a call.
It was not a voice.
It was a deep sensation, as if a forgotten part of the universe was speaking her name.
Lùa followed that call to a small hidden crack among stones covered with eternal dew. There, protected from the passage of time, she discovered something that no being of the Great Celestial Lineage had seen in countless ages.
A flower.
But it was not an ordinary flower.
It was the Rose of Eternity.
Its translucent petals carried a pink radiance so intense that it seemed to hold the heartbeat of an ancient soul within itself. Each layer of the rose reflected tiny galaxies, as if fragments of stories yet to be lived were written inside it.
At the center of that wonder, a small golden light revolved.
It looked like a newborn star.
A seed of power destined to cross generations and one day reach the hands of a prince whose birth would change the balance of the universe.
Lùa slowly reached out her hands.
When she touched it, she felt a mixture of cold and warmth flowing through her essence. The crystalline snow and the fire of that tiny inner galaxy met in the same instant, as if the flower had been waiting for her throughout all eternity.
The Rose of Eternity had chosen her.
With an almost sacred delicacy, Lùa held it between her silver fingers.
At that moment, a tremor traveled across the edges of the cosmos.
The oldest stars shone with an unknown intensity. The currents of celestial energy changed their course, and even the guardians of distant worlds felt that something new had begun.
From the heights of the cliff, the Sun watched in silence.
He understood that the flower was not a treasure to be kept.
It was a promise.
A promise that connected the past with a future that had not yet been born.
Lùa brought the rose to her chest and felt that, somehow, the universe had just entrusted her with a secret too great for a single life.
Without knowing it, she had just held in her hands the seed of a new era.
Because from that union between the silver of the Moon, the fire of the Sun, and the magic of the Rose of Eternity, a legend would be born — one that would be remembered even when the first stars ceased to exist.8
