Location:
Dusk Nocturne, Sommer's Quarters – Morning Cycle
The hum of the ship systems whispered softly in the background.
A golden line of starlight cut across the bed, illuminating the delicate edge of
Sommer's shoulder as she stirred. Her lashes fluttered open, breath warm against the silk sheets.
She didn't remember falling asleep.
Or the nightmares.
Or the way Alyssa had tried to wake her.
What she did feel, however… was
different.
Her limbs were weightless — like every inch of her body had been dipped in honey and velvet. Her fingers trailed against her own thigh absently, not in need but in reverence. As if
her skin itself was a revelation.
"You're waking," a voice echoed inside her skull.
"Not from sleep… but from being small."
Sommer sat up slowly, the blanket falling down to her waist.
There was a strange pulse in her chest. Not her heartbeat.
Deeper. Older.
A
purring current of power, like she had touched something ancient in her dreams — and now it was living inside her.
She moved to the mirror.
Bare skin kissed by soft light.
Hair tangled from sleep.
Eyes… glowing faintly at the edges with a
silver shimmer.
"What the hell is happening to me…?"
She ran her fingers through her hair and felt
electricity tingle from root to tip. Her breath caught — not from shock, but from the
pleasure of control. Of feeling something awaken in her that wasn't taught, trained, or inherited.
It was
hers.
And it whispered promises.
She leaned closer to the mirror.
"You are a Queen," the voice murmured.
"Let the galaxy worship."
