That night, Celeste had a strange dream.
She stood before a vast lake, 20 miles wide, with hills seen off in the distance. As she floated over this lake, Celeste saw the most perfect reflection of the full moon overhead on its crystal clear surface. Various fishes and aquatic lifeforms swam below this place, and, in the sky, clouds made the moon partially blocked. The sound of insects sounded into the night, even this far from shore, and the energy Celeste felt from this lake was nocturnal in nature and felt lunaristic somehow at the same time.
