The voice continued speaking to her. "To receive the Star's blessing, you must prove your sincerity and dedication. Are you willing to face the challenges ahead?" Always sincerity and dedication with these things she'd think to herself. "I am," Targa affirmed. Instantly, the surroundings shifted. She found herself standing on a bridge of starlight amidst a vast expanse of space. Below her, countless stars twinkled, and nebulous clouds swirled in vibrant colors. Monty appeared beside her, though he seemed more ethereal. "Where are we, kupo?" "I think we're within the astral plane, and I'm happy to see you're here with me. Was worried I'd have to go at this alone again."
Ahead, the bridge led to a grand celestial gate guarded by a luminous figure composed of starlight. The guardian spoke, "To pass, you must answer a riddle: What shines brightest in the darkest night, offering hope to those who wander?" Targa contemplated the question. "The stars," she answered confidently. "They guide travelers and bring hope in the darkest times." The guardian nodded. "You may proceed." The gate opened, and they stepped through, entering a realm where the stars formed pathways and constellations became living entities. "You're doing great, Targa, but um... wasn't that kinda a simply and obvious question?" Monty encouraged. She shrugged. "Thank you, Monty. I wager it's a standard question that is something event he less educated could answer."
WC: 232
TWC: 1129