The Rose Luna
The forest was alive with the soft hum of crickets and the distant rustle of leaves, the moon casting everything in silver.
Rosemary took a deep breath, her shoulders squaring as though she was bracing herself for something. She stepped forward, her bare feet sinking into the cool earth, and raised a hand. I watched her closely, the air around us shifting subtly, a faint hum of energy building.
“Rose, what are you doing?” I asked cautiously.
“Trust me,” she said, her voice calm.
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