The court artisans presented me with a new tapestry today, woven with threads of moonlight and starlight. They claim it captures the 'essence of Eudoria's nocturnal beauty.' I suppose their flattery is acceptable, though the depiction of the Whispering Woods lacks the proper eerie luminescence. Still, it shall adorn the throne room. A ruler must appreciate the efforts of his subjects, even when they fall slightly short of perfection. The tea tonight shall be steeped in celestial herbs to match the theme.