Moon Priestess

"The night unfolded like a sacred scroll, each star a whispered secret from the heavens. The Moon, full and resplendent, bathed the earth in silver grace, casting long shadows that danced in silent homage. I stood beneath her gaze—her daughter, her voice—and offered the final chants of devotion with a heart alight in reverence.

Not a single breeze stirred without purpose. Even the trees seemed to bow, their leaves rustling in quiet awe. The air itself shimmered, thick with the breath of forgotten gods, and I felt them—echoes of ancient wisdom curling around my spirit like mist.

In that stillness, inspiration bloomed. Visions came not in thunder or flame, but as gentle impressions—moonlight thoughts etched upon my soul. I saw what was, what might be, and what must be done. In silence, the divine speaks the loudest.

Now, with my rites complete and the Sky still cradling her Celestial Queen, I return not as I was, but renewed—each breath a hymn, each step a vow. The night was not merely serene... it was sacred. And in its embrace, I remembered who I am."