(UNDER HEAVY EDITING!!) Stellar Serenade: Cosmic Connections

Chapter 5: Bars of Metal

She had lost it since the attack.

Since the torture.

Since the 'interrogation'.

Aral thought she was dead.

Cold. 

Dark. 

Green.

Words that ran through her mind. Luminara didn't have her staff, or her celestial robes. She gave in to notice what she was wearing, she never really paid attention since she got to this hole of melancholy dread. She was wearing a tight black sleeveless turtleneck top, her orange prison jumper was brought down and tied around her waist, and her orange pants were a size too big.

The jail cell is a stark and unforgiving space, devoid of the celestial comforts and warmth that Luminara is accustomed to in her celestial realm. Its celestial contrast to her celestial home is pronounced, emphasizing the celestial adversity she now faces. The jail cell she's been confined in for a week now. 

The jail cell is relatively small, with cold unwelcome, unforgiving, unnatural stone walls that seem to absorb rather than reflect celestial light. The dreadful dimensions of the cell confine Luminara to a limited space, amplifying the sense of eerie isolation.

Dark iron bars form a celestial barrier between Luminara and the outside world. The design of the bars casts intricate shadows across the floor, further emphasizing the confinement. Unlike the celestial barriers of her stellar realm, these bars are a gloomy reminder restrictions imposed upon her. A gloomy reminder of her father. 

A single flickering light source hangs from the ceiling, casting dim illumination that barely penetrates the cold darkness of the cell. The glow is a feeble attempt to replicate the celestial radiance that Luminara is accustomed to, but it falls short, creating pockets of darkness within the cell.

All she had was an eerie cot, devoid of the celestial comforts Luminara is used to, occupies one corner of the cell. The mattress is thin, and the blanket offers minimal warmth. The discomfort contrasts sharply with the celestial luxury of her celestial home, creating a sense of unease.

The silence within the cell is only broken by the echoes of distant footsteps or the occasional clinking of keys. Unlike the comforting euphonious sounds of nature and cosmic harmony that serenade Luminara in her celestial realm, the silence of the cell is a heavy and oppressive. 

Within the confines of the cell, there is a small mirror mounted on the wall. The reflection it offers is a stark contrast to the celestial radiance Luminara is used to seeing. It becomes a reminder of the celestial heiress' fallen status and the challenges she now faces.

Despite the adversity of the jail cell, Luminara's resilience and connection with Seraphina become celestial sources of strength. 

...If she actually answered.

This has become the fifth time she's tried reaching to her mother, and has failed. What can she possibly doing now? Luminara threw herself onto the thin mattress, plumes of smoke surrounded her. She was a mess. The great child of the sun and moon spirits, has been caught by a parasite of a cop. 

Pathetic. 

She could hear her father spit that at her.

 She wrapped herself in a blanket cocoon, and the area only began to get colder. 

Wait?-

-Colder?!

Luminara wriggled out of her cocoon, trying to look through the bars. The area was suddenly surrounded in black smog, and she had lost her vision.