Flower Bunny Inn, Moon Blossom Village, Heartwood Mountains.
The very moment midnight struck, a palpable shift occurred. The moon, as if on cue, ascended to its zenith, bathing the world in an ethereal luminescence. Tonight, its glow seemed amplified, a celestial beacon promising secrets and adventure. Theo and his companions, their hearts thrumming with anticipation, stood poised on the precipice of a treasure hunt. Fortune, it seemed, was on their side; the Saturday night sky was a vast, unblemished canvas of indigo, utterly devoid of clouds. This perfect clarity ensured the moonlight cascaded unimpeded, its silver rays piercing through the rustic charm of the Flower Bunny Inn and directly onto the unassuming walls of the first floor's northern room.
