Moonlight

Under the pale gaze of the moon, she stood—a glitch in the night. Her short blue hair shimmered, a pixelated ocean shifting with the faintest breeze, eyes wide and gleaming with static that sparkled like stars. She seemed almost real, almost here, but every breath fractured her, scattering her edges into fragments of light. Beneath the silver moon, she was beautiful, haunted, a ghost caught between worlds, flickering in and out like a secret only midnight could hold.