🔮Enola🪬

Enola sat perched on a mossy rock. Her sleek black fur glistened under the moon's gentle gaze, and her mismatched eyes—one a deep midnight black and the other a bright, ethereal white—sparkled with an otherworldly glow. The other pups often teased her about her "ghost eyes," but Enola wore them like a badge of honor, for they allowed her to see the enchanting Lunar Realm that lay just beyond the veil of the waking world.

Tonight, the air was thick with magic, and Enola could feel it tingling in her paws. She tilted her head back, gazing at the full moon, its silvery light spilling over her like a warm embrace. As she focused her gaze, the familiar shimmer began to swirl around her, and the boundaries of reality blurred. The trees transformed into towering silhouettes, and the ground beneath her morphed into a soft, glowing mist.

"Come on, Enola! Are you coming or not?" called out her friend, a boisterous little fox named Rollo, who bounded into view. Born with the likeness of a wolf, he was always full of energy, and tonight was no different.

Enola blinked, momentarily pulled back to the present. "I… I'm coming!" she replied, though her voice was dreamy, as if she were still half in the Lunar Realm. Rolo tilted his head, a mix of curiosity and concern flashing across his face.

"Are you okay? You look like you're off in another world again," he teased, his tail wagging playfully.

With a soft giggle, Enola shook her head, her mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief. "I was just… exploring," she said, her gaze drifting back to the shimmering mist that danced just beyond the trees. "You wouldn't believe what I saw! There were stars that sang and flowers that glowed like lanterns!"

Rollo's eyes widened, his imagination ignited. "Really? Can we go there? Can you take me with you?"

Enola's heart fluttered at the thought, but she knew the truth. "I can't take anyone there, Rolo. I can only see it. I can't touch it or bring anyone with me." Her voice was soft, a hint of longing lacing her words.