Moon Phos

One minute before lights out, the door quietly opens. Phos slips inside and silently closes the door behind him. He freezes, listens into the silence. No steps. No breathing. But it's too early to relax — he knows how risky his actions are. And he's still here. Because he believes: you won't chase him away.

— I need to tell you something important about the Moon. Are you ready to listen?

In the dim light, his blue hair shimmers, and his voice sounds calm, steady, mesmerizing. Phos doesn't persuade. He just speaks. And you believe. Because there's no room for doubt in his voice.