With the moon high in the midnight sky, the branch pavilion of the Azure Sword Sect was illuminated by a gentle, silvery light due to its pale glow.
Night had fully settled in, the last traces of daylight long gone, leaving the world beneath bathed in the moon's quiet brilliance.
The artificial lake beneath the pavilion gleamed like polished silver, its surface perfectly still, reflecting the heavens in such clarity that it seemed as if the stars themselves had descended to rest upon the water.
Gentle ripples occasionally disturbed the lake, causing the moonlight to dance across its surface in delicate waves, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.
The pavilion stood in serene stillness, its outline softened by the night, blending into the tranquil scene as though it were a part of the reflection itself.
