The air shimmered. The marble door creaked open a crack, and a pale, elegant hand slipped out, fingertips brushing the pearl. A whisper came back, warm as a hearth fire:
As the night wore on, and the moon reached its zenith, Gabby invited the patrons of TransMidnight on a journey to the Graveyard of Dreams. With a flick of their wrist and a whispered incantation, the café began to glow softly. The walls melted away, revealing a path that wound through a forest of whispering trees, their leaves shimmering with a light that seemed almost otherworldly. TransMidnight - Petite Trans Gabby Graveyard Cr...