Grace Luna paused, the ruby liquid swirling in her glass mirroring the unsettling glow of the celebratory lights. Each flickering candle cast long shadows across the weathered headstones, their inscriptions blurred by the dampness. A chill snaked up her spine despite the warmth of the dress. She’d been drawn to this place, a compulsion she couldn't explain, ever since seeing the signs appear. The air tasted like rain and something else…something ancient. A whisper seemed to rise from the stones, promising change, but at what cost? She took another sip, her gaze fixed on the distant glow of the city beyond the graveyard’s edge, a sense of dread settling in her stomach as she wondered if this was truly a new beginning or an ending disguised as revelry.