“Free from the shackles of twilight, I bind myself to virtue.” Her voice echoed majestically, as ethereal as her figure descending with light steps.

The air would be sweet with food, drink and laughter. An evening Morgana has never imagined herself a part of.

With the new year, comes her new beginning. “Rest now, my honored guest.” Morgana greeted, not devoid of judgement nor clemency. Reflect.