“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to tonight’s performance. A new era is approaching—let us sit together tonight and reminisce the past.”

  —Symphonica, opening curtain of “The Night of Convergence”

  “If the reverie realm is the most beautiful paradise, then… do you dream?”

  At the Sylphid Palace of the Sylph Holy Kingdom, I stood on the balcony of my bedroom, gazing up at the night sky, sprinkled with countless stars. Excitement fluttered in my chest as the sound of wings beating echoed softly beside me.

  “Tonight’s sky is so beautiful. My astrology predictions were right! I’m so grateful for the gift, dear God Starias.”

  “What’s got you so happy, Celeste? Your wings won’t stop flapping.”

  “Sister…” I turned to smile at her as she stepped into the room.

  My big sister—Sylphid Saphira, the Ice Phoenix, First Princess—wore a light blue nightgown. Her sapphire eyes gleamed like Royal Blue gems. Her long teal hair fell to her waist, and her icy-blue wings and tail radiated a cool, soothing presence.

  And then there’s me—Sylphid Celeste, the Blue Flame Phoenix, Second Princess. My deep blue eyes mirrored Sapphire Deep Blue stones, and my tail and wings were darker, more intense shades of blue. I wore a neat, practical nightdress, unlike her; my body’s warmth always required me to keep cool.

  “You got the astrology right tonight, see that up there? That’s the gift from God Starias.”

  “Astrology, huh? Does that include Cassiopeia, little sister?”

  “Hey! Don’t joke around. We just regained peace after years of turmoil!” I flapped my wings in frustration.

  I spread my wings, glaring at her, but she only smiled. Gently, Saphira ran her slender fingers along my wings, calming them, and I slowly folded them back.

  “When are you planning to visit Queen Selena at Chanson de Lune, Celeste?”

  “ I remember she sent a letter. You should reply soon. Or… are you daydreaming again?”

  “I just want to surprise Queen Selena… and a few friends too.” I buried my head in her shoulder.

  We laughed, teasing each other while admiring the night sky together.

  “I heard Marinette, our little cat, has opened a tailor shop in Chanson de Lune.”

  Saphira played with my long, deep-blue hair as she spoke, running her fingers through it like a gentle stream.

  “I heard too. If I visit suddenly, I wonder if Marinette will jump on me.”

  “Who knows? Are you going to greet the Dark Buttleflies Queen Dahlia as well?” Saphira smirked.

  “Ha… at this rate, you’ll have a whole list of people to greet, Celeste.”

  We laughed together, and I leaned back as she carefully combed my hair. Above us, the stars twinkled and nebulae shifted, scattering light across the heavens.

  “Your hair… is like Mother’s, Celeste. Long, smooth, and even more beautiful than mine.”

  “Hehe… yours is gorgeous too.”

  My hair had always drawn compliments—long and silky, like a goddess’s, like a mystical stream, like the night sky. I wanted to resemble Mother, a legendary beauty who had once ruled nations.

  I felt a quiet joy; from early morning, everyone around me had showered me with affection.

  “It reminds me of when Marinette used to brush my hair all the time.”

  “You loved it, and it allowed Marinette to confide in you.”

  I kept gazing at the stars, connecting them in my mind in random patterns, when an idea sparked.

  “Sister… I just thought of a new design for the Starry Night Brilliant collection.”

  “Oh? What design? Another ball gown?”

  “Maybe something completely new. But ball gowns… they never go out of style. Strange, isn’t?”

  I pondered silently. Saphira added:

  “Perhaps because of the visual impact—they always create charm and first impressions.”

  “Hmm… I’ll make this one for you. I think I’m ahead of the current trend.” I turned to look at her.

  “I’m honored to be your tailor. Another addition to the wardrobe!” Saphira’s delight was obvious.

  I gazed toward the city below, wrapped in peaceful slumber, feeling a twinge of melancholy. A soft sigh escaped me.

  “Still thinking about that day?” Saphira hugged me close.

  “Yes… that fashion competition was so important, and it was a chance for career advancement too…”

  “…But competing in Friedensstadt Irene at Symphonica Realms is unbelievably tough.”

  “Why must everyone in the Goddess Symphonica’s Realms be so strict about art?” I sighed.

  Her hands smoothed my head, whispering words of comfort. I buried myself in her embrace, feeling playful.

  “Even as a renowned seamstress with generations of apprentices, you’re still so young, Celeste.”

  “Never mind… it’s late anyway.”

  “I’ll stay with you.” I clutched her hand, seeking comfort.

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  “Honestly… are you even a Phoenix? So childish.” Saphira exhaled, amused.

  We climbed into the soft blue-and-white bed. The fabric, the mattress, the faint fragrance of the room—everything relaxed me completely. I accidentally pressed my tail hairs beneath me.

  “You should leave room for me too.” Saphira pouted.

  “Sorry… I spread out without thinking.” I smiled mischievously, snuggling closer to her. The fresh scent she carried made me even more relaxed.

  “Alright, Celeste.” I wrapped my arms around her.

  “Good night, sister.”

  “Good night, Celeste. See you in dreams.”

  ‘Ha… she looks so happy even while asleep.’

  Watching Celeste sleep was fascinating. Her innocent beauty tempted me to tease her, yet its purity made me abandon the thought. I kissed her forehead lightly, tucked her in, and watched her a little longer.

  ‘Sleep well, citizens of the Utopia Realms.’

  Elsewhere, on the stage, a woman with wavy brown hair and amber eyes bowed gracefully to the audience. She wore a white gown adorned with golden Sol clasps, musical notes embroidered along the waist, flowers scattered across the fabric, and a large floral accent on her right shoulder. A delicate crown of flowers rested atop her head.

  “The opening is over. I didn’t expect Symphonica to start tonight.” A lady spoke, her tone both serious and composed.

  “Eden… you didn’t even clap?” a gentleman’s voice rang out, teasingly.

  “Patience, Dystopia. It’s just the opening—far too gentle.”

  “Ha… listen to who’s speaking. Symphonica also works hard, you know.”

  Suddenly, applause cut their conversation. Eden and Dystopia fell silent, though Eden looked slightly annoyed.

  “Everyone knows Symphonica’s main purpose tonight—don’t disturb it,” a girl said softly.

  “Yes, but what’s the point… and why her invite this Black Dragon here?” Eden asked.

  “You already know the answer. Don’t be upset. Symphonica has waited for this moment for so long,” another girl replied. Her voice was deep, elegant, cold yet cheerful at once.

  Symphonica reappeared. Everyone stood, moving toward the glittering stage.

  “Shattered diamonds, fractured yet perfect. The Crystal Garden in full bloom, Selena.”

  “Seek knowledge, protect origins, wield the branch of leaves, primordial serpent.” Eden walked with pride.

  “Paint the colors of heaven, the Portrait of a Thousand Portraits, Sylvie.”

  Dystopia raised his head, moving slowly, his black dragon tail swaying with each step.

  “Brave through eternity, arrogant calamity. The Rebel Emperor of the Nether, Dark Fate Emperor Dragon, Dystopia.”

  “Balance all, illuminate justice. Judge of the Divine, the Scales of Astraea, Libra.”

  “Sing for life, dedicate to the eternal flame, Spirit of Symphonica, immortal Art.”

  Symphonica smiled at everyone. Under the radiant lights of the luxurious theater, she extended her hand.

  “Now… let the main performance begin.”

  The next morning, I woke up on my soft bed, alone, still in my pajamas. A few maids were there, trying to stifle their laughter while I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

  “Wh… what’s going on?” I asked, still half-dreaming.

  “U-um… Princess… you should see for yourself,” one of them said.

  “Really… at this hour…” I muttered, dragging myself to the washroom. As soon as I looked into the mirror, I nearly jumped out of my skin, flapping my arms in panic. That instantly woke me up completely.

  “Who… drew this on me?” I realized my face was covered in black ink, a messy drawing of a cat.

  I wet a cloth and started wiping away the ink, the cool water running over my skin waking me up further. As I did, I remembered the culprit from last night.

  “Ah… it was Saphira,” I thought, a small smirk forming.

  “ Very nice, that's it then… “

  After a moment, I returned to my room, where the maids were still waiting.

  “We sincerely apologize, Princess,” they said in unison, bowing deeply.

  “It’s fine. You may continue your work; I’d like to be alone,” I said softly, but the maids didn’t immediately leave.

  “Is there something else?” I asked.

  “U-um… the Queen and King wish to see you this morning. It concerns you,” one replied.

  I smiled faintly. “I understand. Thank you. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  “Y-yes, Princess.” The maids finally left, cheerful once more.

  I brushed my long, dark blue hair, braiding it neatly on both sides and tying it back with a pearl ribbon.

  “I look amazing,” I murmured, admiring my reflection.

  Opening my wardrobe, I found a collection of dresses: gala gowns, party dresses, even a cute homemade maid outfit.

  The Beautifully Reverie princess dress, with its swirling Golden Baroque patterns and winged hem, was the story of my life woven into fabric—so beautiful it had made people cry.

  Other outfits included a green-and-white camellia kimono, a gift from someone I loved, and a red Hanfu personally chosen by Mother.

  “My wardrobe is almost full… maybe I should start a personal collection,” I thought, my fingers gliding over the fabric. I paused on one dress.

  “This is the one,” I decided.

  It was a dark blue evening gown, decorated with Golden Baroque patterns, a golden belt draping subtly over my left leg. The back was open to accommodate my wings. I slipped on crystal-studded heels, added a few star-shaped earrings, and touched up my lips with a hint of red.

  Soon, I was walking through the magnificent Royal Hall, surrounded by portraits of past rulers and the three Goddesses.

  Sylphid, the Blessing Giver, who led the first flock of birds to the skies, granting us life.

  Selena, the Perfect Protector, cradling children and acting as my and my siblings’ godmother.

  And Lucianna, the Goddess of Hope, who brought disasters yet ended them, teaching all what dignity truly meant and what tragic beauty could be.

  I had to bid farewell to her when I was very young, witnessing her funeral.

  Stepping into the hall, the servants stood neatly in place. The table was set immaculately, plates and utensils aligned, glasses sparkling under the sunlight. I entered as everyone continued their conversation.

  “Sorry for being late, Father, Mother, and everyone,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear as a maid pulled out a chair.

  King Sylphid Sylpharion, seated nearby, smiled warmly despite his age. His brown hair, broad shoulders, and strong frame radiated authority, while his sky-blue eyes shone from beneath a crown encrusted with jewels.

  “It’s alright, my dear. We were just enjoying some morning amusement,” he said.

  “Did I miss anything?” I asked.

  “Just some playful banter about Saphira’s antics last night,” Mother said, her eyes twinkling.

  Queen Sylphid Seraphina of the Phoenix Clan, my mother, a strategist, fashion inspiration, and divine healer, wore a red gown with phoenix motifs, darker at the edges. Her crimson eyes were accentuated with eyeliner, her long hair styled like a rose with a golden phoenix hairpin. In her hand, she held a red and black feathered fan, embedded with a Zhu Sha gem—her namesake.

  “Celeste, after all these years, you’re still getting pranked,” my second brother joked.

  “Seems our Celeste hasn’t quite grown up yet,” my third brother added, teasing alongside Saphira. Only the eldest sighed quietly.

  “I’ll just draw all three of you black-faced next time,” I thought, annoyed.

  “Hahaha!” Everyone laughed.

  Laughter filled the hall, sunlight pouring in, the gentle wind swirling. But soon, the mood turned serious.

  “Celeste, may I see the letter Selena sent you?” Mother asked.

  “Yes, of course, Mother,” I replied. I conjured a small blue magical circle, retrieving the letter I had previously opened.

  “Please give it to Mother,” I handed it to a maid.

  “Here you go, Your Majesty,” the maid said.

  “This… is more complicated than it seems. Only Selena… could require her,” Mother murmured, reading the letter.

  The atmosphere grew heavy; silence filled the hall, bringing memories of that White-and-Black play.

  “Return it to her,” Mother commanded after a few moments.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” the maid complied.

  “Celeste, read it aloud, and then I’ll explain everything,” Mother instructed.

  Taking the letter back, I read Selena’s words carefully:

  ‘Dearest Celeste, how is everything at the Nest ? Chanson de lune is thriving. The sea is perfect for a trip to period Auxo, and the White Roses are blooming beautifully in the royal garden.’

  ‘Charlotte is also here. I wish for you to come, enjoy the sea at Mare Star Palatium, meet new and old friends… and a new play awaits your help.’

  ‘The Star Gate is temporarily closed, so visit Charlotte’s residence. Also, check on the pets while you’re there.’

  Twice mentioned: the sea… and something more awaited me.

  Sighing, I stored the letter back into my magic circle; it vanished into the void.

  Mother waved her fan, signaling everyone to relax. My second brother seemed about to joke but thought better of it.

  “You understand now, don’t you, Celeste? There’s no vacation. Only work,” she said.

  “Yes, Mother. Queen Selena wants me to help her,” I replied, bowing slightly.

  “Mare Star Palatium is quietly unstable. This has been ongoing for some time,” Mother continued.

  “It coincides with… the battle,” she said, and I resisted the urge to stand and exclaim, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Instead, I listened.

  The echoes of that fateful battle lingered—the kingdom fought thirteen outsiders, ultimately victorious. Yet, we had barely recovered after a few years. A new faction had arisen: the Thirteen Rebels.

  “What did the Thirteen Rebels do there?” I asked.

  “Nothing more than false accusations. And an innocent got caught in the mess,” Mother explained.

  “Selena chose silence so we could focus on rebuilding,” she added.

  “I understand, Mother. I will visit and see for myself,” I said, clenching my fist in quiet anger, a name forming in my mind to interrogate.

  Seeing candles unexpectedly lit, I requested permission to leave immediately. Outside Sylphid Palace, I sought solace in the royal gardens, trying to calm myself.

  The blinding sunlight made it hard to see, when suddenly a gentle female voice drifted with the breeze.

  “Do not be angry, Celeste. The sky and sea are vast. No one is worth your wrath. Do not let the fire control you.”

  ‘But, Goddess Sylphid… everyone kept important matters from me. That place… it involves me deeply,’ I whispered in guilt and sorrow.

  “I understand, Celeste. Everyone acts as they believe is right; nothing is truly wrong. But what about you?”

  “…Me…?” I faltered.

  Then the wind and voice vanished, leaving me alone with the bustling city below. Peaceful, bright, lively—but I could not feel joy. It felt like I was dreaming several dreams at once.

  “My dear child, relax,” my father said, appearing with a warm smile.

  “I… it’s just… the candles are lit…” I avoided his gaze, sadness surging.

  “Hahaha… I understand. You’ve made the royal family proud for so long. Life is full of unexpected turns,” he said, embracing me.

  His hug made me feel small, guilty for the distress I caused.

  “Father, I’ve caused trouble… shouldn’t you scold me for bringing dishonor?” I buried my head in him.

  “Hahaha… scold you over some political mind games? Not worth it,” he said, looking skyward and laughing.

  “You’ve encountered many things… I understand why you reacted this way,” he added, rubbing my head.

  I stayed silent, watching sunlight bathe the city. Slowly, the heaviness in my chest eased.

  “You really understand, Father?”

  “Yes, you’re angry about your little… cunning friend. The one who bites and steals eggs… and your self-blame,” he chuckled.

  “But… she hasn’t come near us since the battle,” I whispered.

  I reflected on my old friend: moody, solitary, obsessed with her chemicals and experiments, yet surprisingly thoughtful.

  “Silika… I just… don’t know… she’s contradictory,” I admitted.

  “You care more for her than you show. Seraphina’s words hit your tender spot,” Father said.

  “I feel betrayed again… deep down, I still trust her,” I murmured, looking at the ground.

  Father patted my shoulder, smiling. “Don’t look down. Look at the distant sky. Today is beautiful. Ignore what Mother said for now.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Yes… Father is right. Maybe after this, I’ll visit Charlotte,” I said.

  We walked back into the hall. At the door, Mother stood smiling, likely from the start.

  “I sincerely apologize, Mother,” I said.

  “You needn’t apologize, Celeste. Come in, breakfast is ready,” she said.

  “Yes, Mother,” I replied cheerfully, stepping inside.