Those final words seem to hang in the air like smoke trails from a cosmic flare. You watch, utterly transfixed, as Luna considers this latest appeal with patent intensity. Each rise and fall of her barrel carries those celestial mane-tresses undulating in hypnotic ripples. The seconds stretch into a taut infinity as those cobalt irises bore directly into your soul. Twin cosmic vortices swirling with alien mysteries and unfathomable emotions.