Under the veil of an indigo twilight, the spirit mountain sect hummed with electric anticipation. As the twin moons ascended the night sky, bathing the cityscape in an ethereal glow, the time for an extraordinary marriage between Nayara, Marisol, and I was nigh.
The center of the Spirit Mountain Sect, Sacsayhuamán was chosen as the venue. Its massive stone walls, whispered ancient stories, creating an atmospheric backdrop for the evening.
Dozens of lanterns in vibrant shades of crimson, gold, and emerald swung gently, their soft glow dappling the cobblestones, and casting shifting shadows around the great ruins. The sweet, earthy scent of marigolds, meticulously woven into beautiful wreaths, lingered in the cool night air, a delicate perfume enhancing the romantic ambiance.
