Fallen Crescent celestial a perfect companion to the

a perfect companion to the elegance of this dreamy gathering

the night itself holds its breath

Margin note:Could swear it shifts when not observed directly

the Trinket Toadstool stands proudly

Fallen Crescent celestial a perfect companion to theMara should have gone home when the last lantern burned out, but she stayed in the courtyard, leaning against the cold stone well and watching the sky. The moon had dipped lower than usual, caught for a moment between the rooftops as if it had misjudged its own path. It hung there long enough for her to think it might not move again. She reached up without thinking. The air felt different, heavier, like water before a storm. When her fingers closed,