Chapter 892 - Futons, Hangover, and Breakfast

The dawn at Moon Blossom Village, nestled like a jewel within the embracing arms of the Heartwood Mountains, unfolded with an almost sacred gentleness. It was Bloom Week, a time of joyous anticipation, and this particular Thursday morning was already radiating a quiet promise. The sun, a benevolent orb of molten gold, began its ascent, its first rays kissing the highest peaks. These ancient guardians, dusted with the lingering coolness of night, seemed to awaken with a soft sigh, their stony faces illuminated with a warm, inviting glow.