Luna considers herself the guardian of all who call the realm of dreams home during the night, the day, or any other hour slumber might take them. More than that, despite anything that might change that in the waking realm, she considers all dreamers hers in their own special ways...

Saying goodby is difficult, no matter how heartfelt the words exchanged may be. Watching them leave to a place where she knows she can never truly follow is moreso...

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