She was fueled by fire, which really sucked since the whole town was made out of water.

The old clock ticked softly in the quiet room. A single beam of moonlight stretched across the dusty floor, illuminating forgotten trinkets. Outside, a gentle wind rustled through the tall grass, a lonely whisper in the stillness of the night. It felt as if time had paused.

Simon was surprised by Luna's request for a moonstone horseshoe. He hammered the iron, then coated it with a shimmering powder, creating a magical glow. The horseshoe shone beautifully when fitted—a gift for a horse who asked for the impossible.