The pale moon hung low over the ancient temple, its silver light spilling like liquid through the towering pillars carved from white marble. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and burning incense, swirling amidst the whispers of forgotten prayers. In the heart of this hallowed place stood a lone figure—her cloak a shimmering cascade of starlight, her eyes reflecting the ethereal glow above.
Serena, the Silver Maiden, knelt on the cool stone floor, her fingers tracing intricate sigils etched deep into the altar's surface. Around her, the temple seemed alive, resonating with the heartbeat of an age-old power, one that had called to her since childhood. Tonight was no ordinary night—it was the eve of the Silver Moon, the time when the veils between worlds thinned and destiny's threads wove tighter.
Her breath steadied as she raised her hands, palms open to the sky. A soft hum rose within her—a melody older than time, sung not in words but in the language of the soul. The sigils beneath her pulsed faintly, glowing with a light that mirrored the stars above. It was a ritual passed down through generations, a bond between the Silver Maidens and the cosmos itself.
Yet, as the ritual deepened, a sudden chill slithered down her spine. The luminous glow dimmed, flickering like a candle caught in a restless breeze. Shadows twisted at the edges of her vision, coalescing into shapes she dared not name. From the silence emerged a voice—soft, distant, yet charged with urgency.
"Serena… the silver crown fractures, and with it, the fate of all."
Her eyes snapped open, heart pounding like thunder. The temple around her seemed to sway, reality blurring at the edges. A vision unfolded—shattered moons tumbling through ink-black skies, kingdoms burning beneath ghostly eclipses, and a lone figure lost to sorrow, her tears weaving threads of tragedy.
The prophecy was clear, yet veiled in riddles: The Silver Maiden's path would be paved in sacrifice, her light both beacon and burden. A choice awaited—one that could save or shatter the world.
As the vision faded, Serena rose, the weight of destiny settling heavy on her shoulders. The moonlight bathed her in a cold embrace, and the first whisper of dawn stirred beyond the temple walls.
The journey had begun.
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