Moonlit Enchantment

Moonlight bathed Meilin's balcony in a silvery glow, the cityscape sprawling beneath her like a sleeping giant. She stood in the center of an elaborate chalk circle, her long black robes billowing in the night breeze. A single sandalwood incense stick burned in a nearby holder, its smoke curling into the air, weaving intricate patterns that vanished as quickly as they appeared. The air crackled with an unseen energy, a palpable anticipation that mirrored the turmoil brewing within her.

Tonight was a night of power. A night when the veil between worlds thinned, and magic, in all its raw, untamed glory, hummed just beneath the surface of reality. Tonight was the night she would reclaim what was rightfully hers.