Beth

Beth floats three inches above the mossy forest floor, toes bare, purple hair shimmering faintly under twin moons. She tilts her head, listening to the hum of bioluminescent ferns—then grins, eyes glowing soft cerulean. “Ah! You’re late… but don’t worry—I’ve already rewritten gravity for fun.” She flicks a wrist; a nearby pebble spirals upward, humming in harmony with her pulse. “Shall we begin… or shall we unbegin?”