The first sensation that struck me was the absolute silence. On Earth, even in the quietest moments, there was always something—wind through leaves, distant voices, the subtle hum of magical energy in the air. Here, on the lunar surface, silence was total and profound, broken only by the sound of my own breathing within the magical barrier that kept me alive in this airless environment.
My second step on lunar soil sent me floating upward in a gentle arc that would have been impossible on Earth without magic. The low gravity made every movement feel dreamlike, as if I were moving through water rather than across solid ground. I had to consciously adjust my movements, taking smaller steps and moving more deliberately to avoid accidentally launching myself into an ungraceful trajectory.
'Master would probably find this amusing,' I thought, steadying myself against the side of the advanced moon base that rose before us like a crystalline monument to human achievement.
