The next evening, my mom wanted to show me something. The crisp leaves crunched softly beneath our feet as we ventured into the moonlit woods. The silver beams filtering through the canopy above cast dancing shadows across the forest floor. She raised her hands to the midnight sky, her haunting melody calling out to the goddess Selene.
I watched her, transfixed. Her voice carried an ethereal quality, both beautiful and chilling. She had always possessed a mysterious air about her, an allure I found both intriguing and unsettling.
The song grew louder, more insistent. Her eyes were closed, her focus turned inward. What did she hope to achieve with this ritual? What answers did she seek from the elusive goddess? Her melody soared higher, reverberating through the silent woods. The shadow
