Back in Grandeur City, the moon hung high above the skyline, but its pale glow was drowned beneath the brilliance of countless lights that shimmered across the streets and towers below. The city was alive, humming with movement even at this late hour, yet far from the noise and bustle, deep within Mystica's private quarters, the atmosphere could not have been more different.
There, she reclined comfortably in her enormous bathtub at the center of her room, her elbows resting lazily on the smooth marble edge as she leaned back with her eyes closed. Warm water enveloped her body, carrying the calming scent of lavender and roses, the steam curling gently through the quiet chamber. She breathed in deeply, letting the warmth seep into her muscles, dissolving every trace of tension accumulated from the day.
