In Lumina, four friends uncover powers they can barely control, then receive a message that pulls them toward the Moon Bridge and something watching from the dark.
Lumina never really slept. Even after midnight, the city burned and shimmered, a grid of neon veins stretched beneath the cloudy sky. From the roof of the tenement on Głęboka Street, Nadia, Krzysiek, Igor, and Lena could watch the whole restless city breathing below them.
They came there because the roof was the only place where they could speak freely about what had happened to them. Even then, they kept their voices low, as if the wrong word might make the night listen.
Nadia had learned that light answered her. A thought, a glance, the smallest tug of will, and a row of streetlamps would flare bright or die at once. Krzysiek had found something stranger: for three heartbeats at a time, the world held still around him, frozen and silent, before snapping forward again. Igor could feel storms before they arrived, bend wind around corners, call clouds together over rooftops. Lena saw people the way no one else did, their grief pulsing blue at the edges, their joy flashing gold beneath the skin.
None of it felt heroic. It felt dangerous.
That night, they were trying to make sense of it all when a figure crossed the street far below. Too fast to identify. Too cleanly dressed for this part of town. She stopped beneath a lamp and looked up, though her face stayed hidden in shadow. Nadia felt the hairs rise on her arms.
The lamps on Głęboka Street blinked once.
Then every phone on the roof vibrated at the same time.
Lena stared at her screen first. Her face went pale. "You need to see this," she whispered.
The same message glowed on all four displays: If you want the truth about your powers, come to the Moon Bridge at midnight. Don't come alone. They already know.
Below them, somewhere in the city, a siren wailed and then cut off. Above them, the clouds began to gather, thick and low, as if Lumina itself was leaning in to listen. Nadia looked at the bridge clock on the distant riverfront and felt the night tighten around them.
Midnight was only minutes away.