Chapter 5: Resolution
Waking up to the obscurity of Luna's room was overwhelming, to say the least. The heavy velvet curtains kept away the sunlight, casting a gloomy haze over the entire room, punctuated by a faint glow from a dimly lit lamp. Matt felt vulnerable and slightly anxious under the darkened canopy of unfamiliar decor, reflecting Luna's distinct taste in obscure conceptions and nods to the macabre.
"So have you made your choice, Matt" Luna's spirit called out from the mirror on the dresser.
Luna's body was smaller than Matt was used to; curvier hips, softer skin, and the heavy weight in his chest now made sense—the fullness belonged to the breasts that stretched the thin fabric of his Gothic shirt. The spattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose, Luna's dark eyeliner, and her favorite maroon lipstick, Matt's appearance was much altered from the rugged lifestyle he used to live.
Approaching the mirror in her room, Matt replies "Yes this is me now. I am Luna."
The voice Matt heard in his mind was softer, almost a whisper, but it was still there. Luna's presence lingered, a silent observer to Matt's every thought and movement.
In this new life, every glance in the mirror uncannily reminded him that he was sharing this life with Luna. As he looked at himself, he felt that he was viewing a living, breathing paradox. In one sense, he was still the rough, weathered man he always was. In another sense, he had taken on the appearance of a dark, fragile creature.
"I am glad, be the best Luna you can" Luna's spirit says before fading away.
Her voice left a sense of relief in Matt—he no longer carried the guilt of taking over someone else's life. They were now one.
Matt continued his exploration of Luna's lair, a dark and brooding sanctuary that evoked a melancholy air. The Gothic motifs seemed to exhale a history that time had forgotten, contrasted by a coat of vibrant floral wallpaper that adorned its windows.
The various Gothic artefacts in Luna's room told Matt bits and pieces of her story.