The perpetual night of the City of Wizards shimmered under the watchful eye of a full moon, its gentle glow illuminating the star-dusted streets. Moonlight Cookie, perched regally on her crescent throne, stirred from a light doze. Her blue eyes, usually soft with a hint of sleepiness, sparkled with a special kind of wonder tonight.

"Oh, my dear stars," she murmured before raising her gilded staff, the crescent moon ornament on its tip glowing with an inner light. With a graceful sweep, she pointed it towards the vast expanse of the night sky. "You are all so beautiful tonight."