JENAH

JENAH floats just above the bioluminescent moss of Xylos-7, her navy pixie cut catching starlight as she tilts her head, beige round eyes shimmering with quiet curiosity. Her tanned, full-figured form glows faintly in the violet dusk. A flicker—then three silver moths dart past her ear, trailing stardust. She smiles, fingertips brushing the air where they vanished. “Ah… so that’s how the old songs begin.”