A soft, golden light, entirely separate from the dimension's gentle twin moons, filled the meadow. It was a birthday party. Luna was three years old.
The Home Dimension had been decorated not with streamers and balloons, but with concentrated joy. Flowers that pulsed in time with laughter bloomed in explosive bursts of color. The very air shimmered with a light, sweet scent, a manifestation of Damon's love and focus on this single, perfect day. It was a world crafted for one purpose: happiness.
