Chapter 11. A Friendly Conversation

Cybele found it difficult to look away from Gael's body, but she did so anyway and stared at him in awe.

"Where's the mirror that was here?" she asked, pointing in front of him.

"You had a vision. What did you see?"

"How can you know that? If you can read my thoughts, why are you asking what I saw?"

He watched her and a half-smile appeared on his lips.

"You have more phases than the moon itself... I can't read your thoughts. You... Your eyes began to change color, in several colors, and you became stagnant, you didn't blink. I just deduced the obvious. You've become the weird Luna."

Cybele stared at him, still confused.

"I thought I was already Luna."

"Yes. But while you were denying it, you were limiting your visions. Did something happen to change your mind?"

Cybele looked at the sofa and threw herself onto it before answering. Gael followed he