The air in the private room felt different—charged with anticipation and warmth. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries that depicted the phases of the moon, each thread shimmering as if touched by the Goddess herself. I stepped inside, my heart racing, and bowed my head respectfully.
“Thank you for seeing me, Luna Astrid,” I said, trying to steady my voice, but the tremor betrayed my nerves.
Astrid sat gracefully at a wooden table, her presence radiating a calming aura. Her long hair flowed like a cascade of moonlight, and her deep-set eyes sparkled with a wisdom that transcended her years. “Of course, Faye. It’s not often I have the chance to speak with someone so connected to the Moon Goddess. What brings you here with such urgency?”
I took a deep breath, recalling the viv
