Velvet Night and feast.
The darkness of the night sky yawned wide and deep over them, an infinite sea of black ink-smooth velvet studded with flashing stars. Two moons lay low in the sky, sending a gentle silver and pearly light over the earth. There was one full moon, one bright, and another thin crescent moon, like a soft silver smile. Between these two shining bodies, the night spread out its dark blanket softly, shrouding the world in soft shadows and silent mystery.
Under this starry sky, the silhouettes of five people glided with subdued beauty along the thick forest. A Black-haired, handsome man was at the forefront — his beauty so potent that even the gods may blush to see him. His golden eyes glimmered with mirth; his black robe he donned was embroidered with streaks of gold, and it caught starlight with each deliberate step. His face still held a faint flush from the hot spring, a delicate pink sheen dusting his collarbone and cheeks.
