Moonstone
Their story and magic
Ancestral shamaness with amethyst that awakens your spiritual wisdom and connects with higher planes.
Moonstone wears three white roses in her gray hairstyle. They aren't decoration. They are offerings to the three faces of the moon she herself embodies. This witch with a pumpkin and amethyst at her neck didn't come to teach you spells or give you mystical formulas. She came because she saw you lost in too much spiritual information, consuming content after content, looking for answers outside when your own intuition is shouting and you don't listen. Her broom isn't to fly. It's to sweep. It cleanses the dense energy that piles up in the corners of your mind: the "shoulds," the "what will they say," the voices of others taking the place of your own. The gray bun on her head speaks of years. Not of age, of accumulated wisdom. Of nights looking at the sky until she understood that answers don't fall from the cosmos: they rise from within. "The moon doesn't shine so you can see outside. She shines so you can see yourself."
