Bab 47: Chapter 47: THE WITCH.

The heavy doors groaned shut behind them, plunging David and Luna into a muted world bathed in moonlight. It poured through the high, curtained windows, painting the room in an ethereal glow. Grey chandeliers, now dimmed to embers, cast intricate shadows that danced across the ornate ceiling, weaving a mesmerizing tapestry of light and darkness.

Furniture, its once vibrant floral patterns softened by the night, stood like silent sentinels. Rich fabrics and detailed carvings seemed almost antiquated in this silvery ambiance, yet exuded a timeless elegance.

Beneath their feet, a thick carpet, its intricate designs muted by the moonlight, offered a luxurious cushion. It swallowed the echoes of their steps, leaving the room suspended in a hush broken only by the faintest rustle.