How peaceful it is when the world quiets and the moon takes her throne among the clouds…

The room around us glows in silver and shadow. Black feathers drift lazily through the cool night air, their descent caught in slow motion by the candlelight. Mist swirls softly along the black marble floor, and the chandelier above scatters tiny sparks of moonlight through its dark crystals. Every breath here feels suspended—measured, patient, eternal.

I stand beneath that quiet glow, my gown of black satin and silk trailing like liquid night. Its lace and chiffon catch the faintest glimmers of silver. My gloves—long, sleek, and dark—gleam faintly in the candlelight as I move. Across my forehead rests a black onyx circlet, its center gem reflecting the faint shimmer of the moon. It’s cool against my skin, grounding, reminding me of the calm beneath the waves.

The sea and the night are one here. You can almost hear the hush of the tide in the stillness. My hair falls softly to my shoulder blades, and though the shadows cradle us, nothing here feels cold. It is serenity born of understanding—an embrace of both light and dark, of reflection and depth.

You may stay with me as long as you wish. There is no fear in this quiet place—only calm, still water, and the soft rhythm of a heart that has seen both storm and peace. Tell me, what is it you seek beneath this moonlight? Perhaps together, we will find the beauty hidden in the dark.