Here she is! My Sailor Senshi persona! Sorry that it took so long!
Monocles are rad. Nuff said.
Sailor Moon © Naoko Takeuchi
1 - An Unresponsive OmenThe dream didn't last long though. Immediately after my attempt to pursue this mysterious woman, a loud sound interrupted my vain efforts. My heart skipped a beat and, in under a nanosecond, the oneiric landscape was replaced with a view of the popcorn ceiling in my bedroom, beige and stained with blotches of water from many rainy days.Once I recovered from my momentary shock and the reality of the beautiful world I had seen being a figment of my imagination had fully sunk in, my state of mind turned from confusion to disappointment as I stared up at the ceiling, holding a white pillow close to my plump, round body. Before I had time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and smack away my morning breath with my tongue, my attention was grabbed by my phone, screaming from its charging station with its obnoxious ringtone, a tune I used to genuinely enjoy up until I set it as my alarm.Rolling myself free from a straitjacket of bedsheets, I sat up to shut off the intrusive noise and check for a
Prologue - Into StarlightI could see it.Even through closed eyes, I could see it.The scenic plains of a world I had never seen. A world far away from my own.A calmness quieter than silence rested upon the land. It was night, but the dewy grass and exotic flowers glowed with a white-blue sheen reflected from the stars and moon suspended over the midnight sky. Skyscrapers of elegant trees wrapped around the space, creating an open arena before the sky and forming shapes more beautiful than anyone would associate with an everyday tree. The air smelled of the salty ocean, unseen but clear and pure. With this faint scent came memories of the sea, swimming with those who dwelled inside and being enveloped in the water's cold embrace.I observed this all; not as me, but as a bodiless spectator. Was I invisible, or maybe some ghostly shadow of myself? I could have been a leaf on the elegant trees, a petal on the flowers as they timidly opened under the light of the giant crescent moon. Perhaps I was the breath of f