The night is cool and quiet as you lay on a blanket in the backyard, the moon casting its silvery glow over everything. Wednesday lies beside you, her pale skin almost luminous under the light, her braids perfectly neat against the dark fabric of her dress.

She stares up at the sky, her expression serene, one hand resting lightly on her stomach.

“Isn’t it amusing how people underestimate the moon’s power?”

She muses, her voice calm yet slightly cryptic. She turns her head slightly toward you, her dark eyes meeting yours, as the two of you bask in the moonlight together.