Moonlit Insight

The stillness of Mirage's moonlit landscape was interrupted by a swift figure cutting through shadows. Zaraythia moved like an elegant blade, her sentient glaive Lunarspire humming softly in her grasp.

"Nothing here, not yet," she whispered, her dark green eyes scanning the landscape.

The wind carried a strange melody, faint yet enticing. "Who's there?" Zaraythia called, her voice firm.

"Merely a ghost of my past, ears open, eyes closed," came a calm, collected reply.

She approached cautiously, discovering a tall man, features hidden by the hood of his cloak.

"Alastor," he introduced. "Blind, betrayed, and merely passing through." Curious, Zaraythia lingered, wondering what secrets the night held.

Murmurs in the Moonlight

The wind shifted abruptly, carrying with it the faint sound of running water mingled with Alastor's curious tune, compelling Zaraythia closer.

"Why do you sing in the darkness?" Zaraythia asked, her voice a blend of caution and curiosity.

"In the blindness of night, my eyes find another type of seeing," Alastor replied cryptically, his face still shrouded beneath his hood.

Zaraythia studied him, her gaze softening as she noticed a glint beside his boot, a fragment of shattered moonstone. "That piece... it marks the path of betrayal, doesn't it?" she mused aloud.

"A past life, still echoing," he acknowledged, adjusting his stance. "But every shadow speaks of where you’ve been, not where you could go." His words danced in the air, suggestive yet weighted with a hopeful possibility.

Together, they listened as the night began to hum, an unseen orchestra in the distance, calling to what lay ahead.