Mystic Moon Coven
On the night of the Crow Moon, a great blood-red moon that hung heavy in the sky, Corvanna stood beneath its crimson glow. She was no ordinary witch, she was a messenger between worlds, a traveler of realms. As she whispered her secrets into the night sky, the moon listened, and a shadow passed over its face.
As the world darkened in a lunar eclipse, Corvanna transformed, her form shifting into that of a sleek black crow. With a single beat of her wings, she soared beyond the veil, crossing into the land of spirits, where the wisdom of those who had gone before still lingered.
There, she gathered their messages, their guidance, and their secrets, carrying them carefully in her heart. When the eclipse ended and the veil thinned, Corvanna returned, her wings slicing through the dawn-streaked sky. But she did not return alone. Behind her, a great flock of crows rose into the heavens, their cries echoing across the land. They flew in great spirals, a swirling dance in the sky, marking the end of the last full moon of winter.
As they took flight, the ice began to thaw, the first buds of spring unfurling in the softened earth, the season of reflection had passed, and the time for new beginnings had arrived!
During the spring, when the world danced with blossoms and birdsong, and love bloomed like wildflowers, Lunar Witch, though wise and kind, sometimes felt a hollow ache in her heart.
Victoria Ashurst
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