(Third Person POV)
The night was draped in a rich tapestry of indigo and midnight blue, with silver stars glimmering like scattered diamonds across the vast expanse of the sky. The air was thick with the scent of blooming night jasmine and the earth pulsed with the energy of an approaching full moon. Deep within an ancient forest, where twisted trees whispered stories and illuminated by ethereal orbs of light, a sacred clearing was preparing for an extraordinary ceremony that would weave the fates of two worlds together - those of witches and Fae. At the center of the clearing, a grand, intricately carved stone pedestal stood strong, its surface adorned with runes that pulsed softly with an ancient magic. This was the Arch of the Moonstone, a place where the boundaries between realms blur
