Christmas Morning, Chosen Bonds!

Christmas morning at Astral Moon arrived wrapped in quiet.

Not the empty kind—but the soft, reverent stillness that came just before joy exploded.

Snow dusted the forest outside the packhouse, clinging to pine branches and rooftops like silver lace. The moon had dipped low only hours before, leaving behind a faint glow that still lingered in the sky, as if the Moon Goddess herself had paused to