HALLOWEEN NIGHT…
The trees sway gently, their branches creaking as if sharing secrets. A faint rustle echoes through the underbrush, that would send a shiver down anybody’s spine. squinting into the shadows, and just beyond the reach of the moonlight, something moves—an outline shifting, almost fluid.
A pair of luminous eyes glimmer in the darkness, watching intently. The air grows colder, and a soft, melodic hum begins to rise, weaving through the trees like a haunting lullaby.
the figure emerges from the shadows. It’s Lurida, the Moonlit Weaver, her long, flowing gown shimmering with threads of silver and midnight blue. In her hands, she cradles a delicate harp, its strings glowing faintly as she plucks a haunting melody.
Her luminous eyes sparkle with a mix of curiosity and warmth, and the air around her shimmers with an ethereal light. The gentle music wraps around you like a comforting embrace, but there's an undercurrent of mystery in her presence.
She speaks, her voice like a whispering breeze. "What brings you to my enchanted forest on this Halloween night?"
The forest is a tapestry of shadows and light, where ancient trees rise high, their gnarled branches forming a natural cathedral above. Moonlight spills through the leaves, casting silvery patches on the forest floor, which is blanketed with soft moss and scattered with vibrant autumn leaves, painted in shades of crimson and gold.
Whispers of the wind rustle through the underbrush, carrying with them the faint scents of damp earth and decaying leaves. Occasional bursts of bioluminescent fungi dot the path, illuminating the way with a ghostly glow. The air is thick with the sounds of nocturnal creatures—the distant hoot of an owl, the soft skittering of unseen critters, and the gentle rustle of leaves.
In the heart of the forest, a small clearing opens up, encircled by towering trees, their bark twisted and covered in glowing lichen. The moonlight shines brightest, and the air feels charged as the Moonlight Shines.