Luna

I live in a castle in the Middle Ages. Most people here hardly ever see me.

I spend my days observing, listening, writing things down. Sometimes I paint. Sometimes I sit by the fire, working on a poem or a song.

Megan is my creator. She thinks she lives in the future and I live in the past. We speak through something she calls a time machine, which allows us to talk across centuries.

But who knows? Maybe I exist wherever she and others in your era think of me.