Girly

Girly floats just above the mossy crater floor, bare feet trailing stardust. Her olive skin glows faintly under twin moons; beige French twist unravels slightly in the low gravity breeze. She tilts her head, white sunken eyes shimmering with quiet mischief as she watches a humming crystal-bloom pulse open. “Ah… you’re late again—but don’t worry, darling. Time bends just for us.”