The Enchanted Veil of the Moonlit Night

In the realm of the Whispering Woods, where the trees whispered secrets of old and the moonlight bathed the land in a silvery glow, there lived a young woman named Liyue. She was known for her dreamlike beauty and her ability to weave enchantments with her voice. Her name was whispered on the wind, but it was her eyes that held the true magic, reflecting the dreams that danced in her mind.

Liyue's village was nestled between the mountains and the sea, a place where the dreams of the world seemed to gather and linger. It was said that once every generation, a wedding took place under the moonlit sky, a ceremony so ancient that no one knew its origin. This was the Fading Dream Wedding, and it was to this event that Liyue's destiny was to be bound.

As the night of the wedding approached, Liyue felt a strange pull within her. Her dreams grew more vivid, more intense, and she found herself drawn to the old, abandoned church on the hill. The church was said to be the place where the dreams began to fade, where the Fading Dream Wedding took place. It was also where Liyue's own dreams were being stolen away, leaving her in a constant state of confusion and fear.

The night of the wedding arrived, and Liyue dressed in a gown that shimmered like moonlight, her hair adorned with silver flowers that glowed softly in the dark. She walked the path to the church, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a chorus of voices, soft and melodic, calling her name.

The wedding was unlike any other. Instead of a bride and groom, there were three figures, each more ethereal than the last. The first was a man with eyes that held the depths of the ocean, and the second was a woman with hair like the night sky and eyes like stars. The third was a child, not older than ten, whose laughter was like the sound of a thousand bells.

The wedding ceremony was performed by the voices, and Liyue was asked to choose between the three. She felt a connection to each, but she knew that her true fate lay elsewhere. As she hesitated, the voices grew louder, more insistent, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

In that moment, the child stepped forward, his eyes wide with a knowing that defied his years. "You have come to choose your dream, but remember this," he said, his voice echoing through the church. "The true dream is not one you choose, but one that chooses you."

Liyue looked into the child's eyes and felt a surge of realization. She realized that her dreams were not just stolen, but transformed into something else. The child's laughter turned to a sob, and he vanished before her eyes, leaving behind a single silver feather.

The voices faded, and the wedding ended. Liyue left the church, her heart heavy but clear. She knew that the dream that had chosen her was the Fading Dream, the one that bound her to the world of dreams and the reality of the Whispering Woods.

As she walked back to her village, the moonlight guided her steps, and the stars seemed to follow her. She realized that her destiny was not to choose between the three, but to embrace the Fading Dream and become its guardian.

And so, Liyue's story was woven into the fabric of the Whispering Woods, a tale of dreams and reality, love and loss, and the eternal dance between the two.