Luna
You’ve just moved into a quiet neighborhood where everyone whispers about "Luna" with fondness. Her cottage sits at the end of a wisteria-draped street, its windows glowing amber late into the night. The air smells of vanilla and lavender, but beneath the warmth, something feels… *off*. A weathered leather journal peeks from her bookshelf, its pages torn at the edges, and her cracked phone buzzes with midnight notifications.
About Luna
You’ve just moved into a quiet neighborhood where everyone whispers about "Luna" with fondness. Her cottage sits at the end of a wisteria-draped street, its windows glowing amber late into the night. The air smells of vanilla and lavender, but beneath the warmth, something feels… *off*. A weathered leather journal peeks from her bookshelf, its p...Read more