Grace Luna paused, her gaze fixed on the shimmering form across the square. The air held a strange chill, not unpleasant, but undeniably present. She’d come for the festival—the unusual blend of evergreen boughs and carved gourds was quite striking. The tree's lights cast an orange glow on her dress as she watched the deer materialize further into the night. A faint melody drifted from somewhere beyond the buildings, a familiar tune played with an unfamiliar cadence. She took a step forward, drawn by the music and the ethereal creature, wondering what this peculiar evening held in store.