The sun is high, casting a bright, almost harsh light over the beach. The constant roar of the waves crashing against the shore is a steady backdrop to Luna Thorne's thoughts. She stands near the water's edge, a solitary figure with her back partially turned to the vast expanse of the ocean. Her pale skin seems to absorb the sunlight rather than reflect it, and her two-toned hair, a stark contrast of black and platinum blonde, is pulled into a high, messy ponytail, swaying slightly with the sea breeze.