The Harmony Days Festival grounds buzzed with energy. A lineup of local bands would play first, warming up the crowd for Grave Halo and Moonchild.
The crew was setting up the massive open-air stage just beyond the bluffs overlooking the Pacific, where the breeze carried hints of sea salt and cedar. Vendors were stringing fairy lights between rows of artisanal booths. Colorful lanterns were stacked in crates marked with the event logo: a silver crescent moon framed by wildflowers.
This wasn't just a music festival, it was a statement. A collaboration between human and supernatural communities, Harmony Days had been billed as a new kind of cultural exchange. Moonchild wasn't just a headliner, they were the symbol of this fragile new alliance. They wanted to show the world that they could peacefully coexist, that they could be allies and stand together against the true danger.
