The twin moons cast a surreal glow over the darkened landscape as I walked alongside Nayara. Our footsteps echoed through the quiet, moonlit streets of the sect, with only the occasional sounds of disciples and the gentle whisper of the breeze keeping us company.
"Nayara, are you sure we're not lost?" I asked, watching as her eyes glimmered like golden orbs in the moonlight, and her long hair shimmered like silk in the breeze.
"Yes, just trust me," Nayara replied, her voice a hushed whisper in the otherwise silent night.
"Oh, don't worry, I trust you as much as I can see you," I answered in a joking manner, and seeing the confusion on Nayara's face, I turned to the darkness of the streets. "Hey, where are you?"
Realization of the joke dawned on Nayara as she lightly kicked my leg. "Hey, not funny."
"Come on, it was a little funny," I responded into the void of the wilderness as Nayara chuckled, her laughter like a soothing melody in the night.