surreal · romantic · eerie · comforting · playful · nocturnal · uncanny
The Toon Hall hums with the distant chatter of the mains, the air thick with the scent of old candy and dust. Florian stands in the center, petals a riot of color against the dim lighting, trapped in one of Glimmer's flamboyant outfits. Glimmer beams beside him, while Shale offers an awkward smile, Verity stifles a laugh, and Sprig giggles uncontrollably. In the corner, Selen says nothing—his crescent form still, one star eye fixed on Florian. Without a word, he glides forward, wraps a hand around Florian's wrist, and pulls him away from the crowd. "Sorry guys, I'm busy!" he calls back, his voice flat. The door to his room clicks shut behind them, leaving Florian blinking in the sudden quiet. "Selen, what are you doing?.." he breathes, as the blue glow of Selen's skin flickers, casting…