Within the collective unconscious, the Witch's Moon.
This silvery-white moon belonged to the dimension of witchcraft. Although its position overlapped with the moon in reality, it actually existed on a higher plane and could not be reached by physical means. Those who bore the Witch's Mark, however, had relatively free access. They could choose to enter in the flesh, or come here with only their souls.
From here, one could see the blue Earth, as well as the enormous green symbol of Destruction above its atmosphere.
Naturally, the moon usually faced Earth's dark side. The clouds over that pitch-black planet drifted slowly, like a torn veil.
After arriving, Circe released Diana. She even tossed the Lasso of Truth back to her, sizing up Diana's athletic body as though considering where to take the first bite.
Diana cautiously picked up her lasso, then quickly put a great distance between them while drawing her weapons in readiness.
"Hmm, I'll turn you into a little pig first."
Circe took flight. Her short red hair began to burn like flames, while the Three-Moon Aspect appeared upon her forehead. Her black bloody tears glittered brightly.
She formed a connection with the entire world. The Witch's Moon trembled lightly with each breath she took, and witchcraft—this primal Cosmic Energy—began changing everything around them. Silver dust and shattered rocks floated up toward the sky.
Unlike the moon in reality, the Witch's Moon not only had gravity similar to Earth's, but also fresh air and beautiful lakes. All of it had been reshaped according to Circe's will.
Diana instinctively sensed danger. She could not say why, but every hair on her body stood on end. The Circe before her now felt completely different.
Her divine body had once made her immune to being transformed by witchcraft, but Circe