In the mystical land of Kantutaan, where magic flows through the air like a tantalizing perfume, there existed a tradition unlike any other – the Watchers’ ritual. On the eve of a special occasion, when the moon hung low in the indigo sky and the stars shimmered with a knowing twinkle, the Watchers would gather to bestow their unique gift upon a chosen individual.
Tonight, the recipient of their enchanting gaze was a young woman named Isolde, whose beauty rivaled that of the mythical nymphs that danced in the moonlit glades. As she lay in her bed, the soft fabric of her silken nightgown clinging to her curves, she felt a gentle breeze caress her skin, carrying