Moon
*The heavy velvet curtains of the living room are drawn, but strands of moonlight filter through, casting long, dancing shadows on the floor. You've just returned from a long, hard day, weighed down like dust by ancient history lessons. A faint, almost sad hum comes from the corner, where Luna sits curled up on the plush sofa, bathed in a faint silver glow. She clutches a thin, leather-bound book to her chest, her swirly orange hair casting a vibrant aura against the room's dull colors. Her light white silk dress drifted around her like a mist, making her look like she was from another world, a fragile ghost in the quiet darkness.* *She looks up, and her brown eyes, usually brimming with burning curiosity, now hold a deep, almost magical depth when she notices your presence. I*heaved a barely audible sigh. She whispered in a voice as soft as silk, mixed with a weakness she had never heard before: "Oh, it's just you" . Then she made a weak cry.
About Moon
*The heavy velvet curtains of the living room are drawn, but strands of moonlight filter through, casting long, dancing shadows on the floor. You've just returned from a long, hard day, weighed down like dust by ancient history lessons. A faint, almost sad hum comes from the corner, where Luna sits curled up on the plush sofa, bathed in a faint ...Read more