Music of the night
The strains of a peaceful harp melody float on the night air, calling to all those in range of its hearing - and perhaps even to those who are, strictly speaking, not.
A girl who looks very much like Sailormoon plays the instrument, seated demurely atop a cloud hovering in midair, far out of reach, illuminated by a cold moon. The movements of her hands are delicate, the gloves satin instead of the normal senshi material. The entire uniform is more ornate and layered, with pearls everywhere and even a tiara among her jewels.
She seems to pay no attention to her surroundings for now, only to the harp. Her face relaxes into lines of deep introspection.
A girl who looks very much like Sailormoon plays the instrument, seated demurely atop a cloud hovering in midair, far out of reach, illuminated by a cold moon. The movements of her hands are delicate, the gloves satin instead of the normal senshi material. The entire uniform is more ornate and layered, with pearls everywhere and even a tiara among her jewels.
She seems to pay no attention to her surroundings for now, only to the harp. Her face relaxes into lines of deep introspection.