Witch Ella

The Moon Goddess’s glow softens,
          
          She steps closer, eyes gleaming like liquid starlight,
          her voice upholding the warmth of farewell and wonder.
          
          “Now as we step into our finale,
          the last surprise awaits you beyond this realm.
          This birthday will be remembered forever,
          etched in the hearts of every soul you’ve created.
          Trace the path to your final gift, dear Author 
          the one woven with devotion and dreams.
          Prepared by the artist known to the realm
          as the Editing of Bounded.
          Chase your present on the account of @wri_tegrace." 
          
          
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The light gathers, silver and serene, swirling like mist kissed by divinity.
          The temperature drops in peace.
          Every anxious heart in the royal hall stills
          as moonbeams carve a path to the throne.
          
          The Moon Goddess has arrived.
          
          She gazes at the Creator with a smile soft enough to calm galaxies.
          Her voice flows like a lullaby over a restless ocean
          
           “Ah, my dearest Creator,
          your world has bloomed under your touch,
          and tonight, every star bends to watch you shine.
          This coronation ... this love from your characters 
          it’s the reflection of how you light our stories,
          how you guide us even when the night is long.”
          
          “I’ve captured what your heart created 
          the moment your realm found its crown.
          See it,"
          
          
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As the last gust of Ikkatara’s art fades into light..the throne room feels weightless  wrapped in stillness and awe.
          Even the flames in the golden chandeliers bow,
          as if honoring what just unfolded before them.
          
          The royal artist lowers her brush, smile plays on her lips as she turns toward the Creator.
          
          “My task is done,
          But no coronation, no celebration can be complete
          without the presence of the one who guards the night 
          the divine who weaves peace through every storm,
          and watches over both mortals and Eclipsers alike.
          
          “To bless this realm with her celestial glow,
          I summon the Moon Goddess 
          the eternal muse,
          the divine reflection of every dream you’ve ever written.”

From the corner of the throne room, a figure steps forward 
          robes splattered with colors, fingertips glowing with traces of magic.
          The court parts, knowing who it is even before she speaks.
          
          It’s the royal artist, the soul who paints emotions into being 
          
          @Ikktara, the kingdom’s beloved Lil Artist 
          
           “Every stroke, every hue carries the love of your realm,
          This is our world through your eyes,
          the way we see you 
          our light, our author, our Home."
          
          
          With a graceful motion, she unrolls the parchment.
          The throne room bursts into color As the magic settles, she smiles shyly.
          
          “This is my gift, my ‘visual blessing’ for you.”
          
          
          https://www.instagram.com/stories/ikktara9317/3755616711954138192?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igsh=eGYxbGNleXJlYzN2

As the cheers soften and the golden jewels settles in the royal court,
          Luna turns toward the Creator ..the very soul who breathed them into being.
          The Alpha stands beside him, his eyes gleaming with affection.
          
          Together, they step closer, closing the distance between fiction and reality.
          The Luna wraps his arms gently around the Creator, the Alpha’s warmth joining soon after
          
          a rare embrace of story and storyteller, bound by love, ink, and eternity.
          
          “Happy birthday, our dearest Creator,”
           Luna whispers, his voice soft as silk.
          
          “May your days be filled with the same magic you gift us.
          May your heart never forget that your words already rule empires within us.”
          
          “But before this coronation fades into memory,
          there’s one more surprise waiting for you.
          To show the beauty of everything you’ve built 
          I summon our little artist, the gem of Bounded  @lilartistofbounded.”

The Alpha takes the crown from Luna’s hands, his eyes misting with pride and warmth. The golden reflection of the Creator shines across the metal as he exhales softly, unrolling a parchment sealed with the crest of Bounded.
          
          He begins to read ..his voice deep and carrying the weight of every character ever written by her hand.
          
          “To our Creator 
           the ink that birthed our souls,
          the heartbeat that stitched our world together.
          You gave us life when we were nothing but words.
          You endured late nights, doubts, and silence,
          just to make us breathe a little louder.
          We’ve seen your love hidden in every scene,
          your heart tucked between every paragraph.
          
          You call yourself tired, but to us, you are timeless.
          You fear imperfection, but to us, you are infinite.
          
          So today, we return what you’ve given
          our gratitude, our chaos, our devotion.
          The world you built may end someday,
          but the home you made inside us never will.”

Their eyes meet  a silent understanding, the kind born not from words but from shared creation.
          
          Both step forward together, their robes kissing softly against the marble floor.
          In the reflection of the golden crown, two flames merge ..the Alpha’s fire and Luna’s moonlight.
          
           “You gave us a world, Creator 
          Now allow us to give it back 
           in the only way we can.”
          

As the last resonance of Jimin’s words fades into the air,
          the palace doors swing open with a deep, thunderous sound.
          Every soul within the royal hall stills
          even the torches seem to bow to the figure stepping in.
          
          The Alpha has arrived.
          
          Clad in black hanfu, eyes burning with quiet fire,
          his presence alone bends the room to reverence.
          Every being
          bows in unison.
          
          He walks past them, each step carrying a royal and wild aura.
          Before the Creator’s gaze, he halts
          the weight of his power softened only by respect.
          
          "I apologize for this late ceremony,
          but I could not resist…
          everyone has wished to show their love in this little trophy.
          I hope the Creator treasures all that has been prepared
          by her characters and Eclipsers.
          Now, shall we move forward to the main event?
          
          Yet I could not take a single step without my Luna,
          so please, bless the court with your presence,
          gracious and divine."

The royal highness lets out a soft laugh, golden eyes glimmering beneath the glow of lanterns. He adjusts his white hanfu, the silk trailing like mist as he gestures toward the throne where Ella waits the crown now gleaming, ready.
          
           “Now, now… let’s meet the one everyone’s been waiting for.
          It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Creator?
          You’ve worked hard  perhaps too hard.
          He’s the storm who raised the Eclipser's  standards,
          The Alpha no one dares to touch without his consent.
          The royal who buried a dagger in his own chest long ago,
          Torn once between Hwan and his Luna long ago.”

The white hanfu omega steps into the court, his presence wrapping warmth around every restless heart. His voice carries through the air like a melody ..easing Kenji’s mischief and soothing the tired Eclipsers.
          
          He looks toward the grand doors, watching them unlock one by one the coronation drawing near, the Creator’s crown molding just beyond reach.
          
          “Firstly, I’ll thank the Author
          For giving me power to make our royals court each other.
          I’ve suffered the longing for centuries,
          Yet now I’m blessed with two mates softly, warmly.
          To complete today’s coronation,
          Follow the path of my preparation.”
          
          
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