LithellylIt has been said, though none can say if it is true, that on the eve of Samhain, when the moon hung low and the night was at its darkest, the veil between the mortal realm the realm of the fae and the realm of the dead, grew thin. In that ethereal moment, the fae would come together in a grand communion, for they held a sacred duty on this night.
Queen Mab, the Night Widow, the ethereal ruler of the fae, led her subjects as they gathered under the ancient oaks of the enchanted forest. With her gown of shimmering moonlight and her crown of stars, she radiated a mesmerizing presence that made the very air hum with magic. Her eyes, like twin pools of moonlit water, held the wisdom of ages, and her wings were the color of twilight.
All around her, the living - those who practiced majik, those who respected the power of nature, the faekind, and those who honored their departed loved ones - arrived in disguises. Their costumes varied from elaborate and eerie to simple and humble, each a reflection of their unique connection to the supernatural world. They bore gifts of food, for it was believed that this offering would grant them protection from the pranks and tricks of the faekind, and a chance to partake in the sacred Samhain dance.
As the clock struck midnight, the forest came alive with an otherworldly symphony. Fireflies danced, and the air grew thick with the heady scent of moss and wildflowers. Queen Mab stood before an ancient stone altar, adorned with fruits, cakes, candles,and a large bonfire, all offered by the living. It was a beacon for spirits of the departed, who were drawn to the shimmering lights.
The fae, dressed in their most exquisite and ghostly garments, began their dance. Queen Mab's laughter rang like silver bells as she twirled among her subjects, and the spirits of the departed swirled around them. It was a dance of joy and remembrance, an eternal celebration of life and death. As they danced, the living and the spirits found themselves bound together in a magical waltz, a testament to the eternal connection between the realms.
The night was filled with stories whispered on the wind, tales of the living and the departed shared through laughter and tears. The living offered up heartfelt prayers and toasts to their loved ones, and the spirits accepted them, feeling the warmth of the mortal world for one last time.
In this moment of unity, the fae guided the spirits of the departed to the next world, where they could find peace. The forest seemed to pulse with the energy of all realms, and the air shimmered with the magic of the night. As the first light of dawn broke through the trees, the spirits faded into the mist, leaving behind a sense of tranquility and renewal.
The living, their disguises now tattered and their hearts light, departed from the enchanted forest, carrying with them the memory of that sacred night. For they knew that the bond between the fae and the living, between the worlds of the living and the departed, would forever remain strong on the eve of Samhain, when the veil between realms grew thin. And so, the ancient tradition continued, a testament to the enduring connection between the realms of the living and the fae, and the spirits of the departed.
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