As the dream dissolved, Luna slowly opened her eyes, the ethereal threads of the nightmare fading into the veil of the waking world. The cool night air greeted her, filled with the st of damp earth and a woods. She stood just at the edge of the forest in the back yard of the scarlet devil mansion.

  “Huh wonder how I got here?” Luna asks herself as she turns around.

  "Huh… wonder how I got here?" she asked herself aloud, her voice soft but tinged with curiosity. She turned around, half-expeg to see some remnant of the dream pulling her back—but there was nothing. Only the tranquil night and the cool breeze brushing against her mane.

  She took a step forward, her hooves barely making a sound against the dewy grass. The distant hoot of an owl echoed from the forest, but something else caught her attention—a rge, t shape in the clearing.

  Luna’s brow furrowed as she moved closer, her hlowing faintly.

  There, standing proudly (if awkwardly) in the middle of the backyard, was an enormous wooden rocket. Its frame ieced together with mismatched pnks, ropes dangling haphazardly from its sides, and the words “TO THE MOON” were scrawled in big, bold letters along its side.

  Luna raised an eyebrow, a bemused smile creeping onto her face. “Well… that’s certainly ambitious.”

  She circled the rocket, wings foldily at her sides, as she dissapears behind the rocket she emerges oherside in her human form..

  "This is weird… it feels like a dream, yet I don’t think it is?" Luna muttered aloud, her voice carrying a hint of fusion. The world felt hazy at the edges, as though caught between the veil of dreams ay.

  Before she could dwell on the odd sensation, distant shouting pierced the night. Luna’s head soward the source, her instincts on high alert.

  Luna stepped out of the shadows, her human form bathed in the soft glow of the moon. “So… this is your handiwork?” she asked, gesturing toward the t wooden rocket in the distance, her voice calm but tinged with amusement.

  Both Reimu and the outsider turo her.

  The young girl—dressed in a modern school uniform with a short skirt, knee-high socks, and a bzer—blinked in surprise. She clutched a rolled-up blueprint, her schoolbag tossed carelessly on the ground beside her.

  “Y-Yeah… kinda,” the girl admitted, shifting nervously under Luna’s gaze. “It’s just that the ey of Gensokyo seems to have been caught in a dream and the lunar bunnies are sending down monsters ao try and do something. We just want to go up and visit them to figure out what.”

  Luna looks betweewo dumbfounded… Why had they not e to her? “What is your name?”

  “Sumireko Usami” The girl states introdug herself.

  Luna blinked, her mind rag as she tried to piece together what Sumireko had just said. A dream? Monsters? The lunar bunnies? She gnced up at the t wooden rocket again, the absurdity of the situation slowly sinking in.

  “You’re tellihe entire realm is trapped in a dream, the moon rabbits are sending monsters, and your best solution was to build a rocket?” Luna asked, her voice h between disbelief and amusement.

  Sumireko and Reimu shrank slightly under Luna’s gaze, theircheeks flushing. “W-Well, when you put it like that, it sounds kinda dumb… but it made sense in my head!” Reimu stammered, waving her blueprint around. “Besides, I figured if anyone knows what’s going on up there, it’s the lunar buhey’re always involved in weird dream stuff.”

  “Okay, this has to be a dream Reimu would never act like that… You like pung Youkai way to much…” Luna states looking at the remiu ears to be herself and her subsixed and active.

  Reimu bli Luna’s words, her fident posture faltering as if the realization hit her too. Her grip on the blueprint sed, and she gnced down at herself, fusion flickering across her face. “Wait… what? I—” she began but trailed off, her form flickering slightly, like a faulty illusion caught betweeies.

  Luna sighed deeply, her suspis firmed. “This isn’t reality. This is still part of the dream… but it’s yered—plex.” She narrowed her eyes at Reimu, who now looked more like a hazy refle than the solid shrine maiden she knew. “You’re not really here, are you? You’re a part of me… or maybe this pce.”

  Sumireko, still holding the blueprint, tilted her head. “So… you’re dreaming too? That expins why nothing here makes any sense.” She kicked at the grass, watg it ripple like water under her foot. “I thought I was the only ou this weird loop.”

  Luna crossed her arms, her expression thoughtful. “If we’re all trapped in this dreamscape, then someone—or something—is holding it together. Luckily I am here!” Luna states

  Luna's eyes glimmered with divine light as she stood taller, the threads of the dream bending more obediently to her will. The chaotic haze cleared slightly, revealing the fragile seams that bound the yers of the dreamscape together.

  “Luckily I am here,” she decred again, her voice resonating with the unmistakable authority of a goddess. “Dreams are my domain. This... this is nothing but a tangled web, and I am the one who unravels suots.”

  The air shimmered as her words echoed through the dream, and the very fabric of the world responded. Reimu staggered, her form being clearer but still flickering. “You’re… a goddess?” she managed, eyes wide with awe and disbelief.

  Luna’s expression softened slightly. “A goddess of dreams and the moon. This pce—this chaos—belongs to me, whether its creator realizes it or not.” She states reag out with her right arm and snapping her fingers.

  As Luna snapped her fingers, a resonant crack echoed through the air, reverberating like a thundercp within the fragile fines of the dream. The very fabric of the dreamscape trembled—sky fracturing like gss, the grouh them splintering into shimmering shards of uy.

  The t wooden rocket splintered apart, its pieces floating upward as though gravity no longer mattered. The hazy trees and ed structures of Gensokyo dissolved into motes of light, revealing the vast emptiness beh the structed illusion.

  Sumireko let out a startled cry, stumbling as the grouh her feet crumbled into nothingness. Her form flickered wildly between solid ahereal, caught between yers of the shattered dream. “W-What’s happening?!” she shouted, gripping her gohei tighter.

  Reimu floated upward, looking directly at Luna. “A s soon as we get to the waking world we o have a discussion LUNA!” Remiu shouts as she disappears.

  The world snapped bato focus.

  Luna nded gracefully on the soft grass, her human form solid beh the cool night sky. The familiar st of damp earth and a woods filled her sehe distorted haze of the dream was gone, repced by the clear, crisp air of the waking world.

  They stood in the backyard of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, the t wooden rocket now no where to be seen. The stars above twinkled ily, the moon casting its silver glow over the quiet grounds.

  Reimu stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her foot tapping against the grass as she gred at Luna. Her expression was a mix of irritation and exasperation. “You could have warned me you were a goddess before diving into all that!” she huffed.

  Sumireko sat on the ground, brushing dust off her uniform. “Well… that was intense. But hey, at least we fixed the mess, right? No more dream monsters merging with the real world?” She looked around, firming that Gensokyo seemed whole again.

  Luna sighed softly, a small, knowing smile grag her lips. “Sumireko… You o be more careful. I uand that dreams seem amazing and wonderful, but they are also powerful,” she said as a book shimmered ien her hand—its cover etched with a runes and symbols glowing faintly. Without hesitation, Luna pressed it firmly into Sumireko’s chest.

  “I reend you study up some before dream-walking like that again.” Her tone was gentle, but there was an unmistakable edge of authority beh it.

  Sumireko blinked in surprise, gripping the book as if it might vanish. “Uh… thanks? I guess?” she mumbled, flipping the cover open and already eyeing the strange, shifti within.

  Reimu turo Luna, ready to discuss further, only to realize the ali-goddess was no loanding where she had been moments ago.

  Reimu’s eye twitched. “AH! NO, I SAID WE WOULD HAVE A TALK!” she shouted into the night, her voice eg across the empty grounds.

  A soft breeze passed through, carrying with it a faint, amused chuckle—Luna’s, though she was o be seen.

  Reimu groahrowing her arms into the air. “Ugh! Goddesses and their dramatic exits…”