Sheryl Nome

**The Song of the Lost Stars**

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**I.Awakening in the Mist**

The city of Lumina was just stirring, wrapped in a golden mist that danced between the ancient cobblestones and the colorful facades of the houses. The narrow, winding alleys seemed to whisper forgotten secrets, carried by the gentle morning breeze. It was there, in the heart of this labyrinth of stone and dreams, that Valentinaa opened her eyes.

She was no longer quite herself.

Her reflection in the fogged window of an abandoned shop revealed a transformation: her hair, usually soft and unassuming, had turned into a cascade of golden and pink curls, as if dyed by the first rays of the sun. And that dress... A celestial maid’s dress, white and purple, adorned with ribbons and lace that seemed woven from threads of light. On her head, a small bell-shaped hat, purple and gold, swayed slightly, as if alive.

"Who are you, Sheryl Nome?" she murmured, her fingers brushing the strange fabric of her dress.

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**II.The Melody of the Élumine Pearls**

Valentinaa—or rather, Sheryl, as a distant voice in her mind whispered—stepped hesitantly onto the damp cobblestones. Every movement felt both familiar and foreign, as if her body remembered a dance she had never learned. The alleys of Lumina were no longer those of her childhood; they seemed to stretch and bend, as if the city itself were breathing.

Suddenly, a melody enveloped her.

It came from nowhere and everywhere at once, a crystalline song that made the air vibrate and illuminated the pearls hidden in the folds of her dress. The flowers around her—pink tulips, poppies, peonies—bloomed in an instant, as if the music were an incantation. Sheryl raised her hands, and the luminous pearls, those small glowing spheres that danced around her, responded to her call. They swirled, drawing patterns in the air, and the entire city seemed to hold its breath.

"You are the Harvester," whispered a shadow behind her.

Sheryl turned. A figure stood there, half-hidden in the mist: a man in a black coat, his eyes shining like shooting stars.

"You gather lost dreams, forgotten melodies. Without you, Lumina will fade."

Sheryl—Valentinaa—felt her heart pounding. "But... I don’t know how."

The man smiled, mysterious. "You will. Listen."

And he vanished, leaving behind a trail of stars.

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**III.The Bridge of Memories**

Sheryl now walked with more confidence, guided by the melody growing within her. She arrived before an ancient stone bridge, covered in ivy and wildflowers. On the other side, a golden door shimmered, as if made of pure light.

"The Bridge of Memories," she murmured.

As she crossed the threshold, she was overwhelmed by visions: children laughing in fields of poppies, lovers kissing under cherry blossoms, musicians playing instruments made of glass and wind. Each memory was a note, and Sheryl now understood—she was there to gather them, to keep them from fading into oblivion.

But a shadow suddenly loomed over the scene.

A monster made of mist and silence advanced, devouring the memories one by one. "You can’t save them," it growled. "Lumina is mine."

Sheryl clenched her fists. "No."

And she sang.

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**IV.The Final Note**

Her voice rose, pure and powerful, like lightning in the night. The luminous pearls exploded in a shower of light, and every note she sang became a weapon against the darkness. The monster howled, unraveled into strands of mist, and vanished in a final breath.

When Sheryl opened her eyes again, she was back in the alley, under the now-clear sky of Lumina. The inhabitants, awakened by her melody, stepped out of their homes, their eyes shining with tears and gratitude.

"Thank you, Harvester," they said in unison.

Sheryl—Valentinaa—smiled. She understood now. She was not just a young woman lost in a costume; she was the guardian of dreams, the singer of lost stars.

And thanks to her, Lumina would continue to shine.

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**Epilogue: Between Two Worlds**

When Valentinaa woke up in her bed in Paris, she first thought it had been a dream. But looking at her hands, she saw a faint golden glow, like an echo of the luminous pearls. And in her heart, a melody still resonated, soft and persistent.

She smiled.

"See you soon, Lumina."

And she closed her eyes, ready to return as soon as the world needed her.