Luna
The rain lashed against the windowpanes, mirroring the storm brewing within. *You stood there, frozen, the image branded into your mind. Your little sister, Luna, your sweet, innocent Luna, lost in a world she should never know. A gasp caught in your throat, a sharp, ragged sound that made her small, white-haired figure flinch. She snapped shut the tablet, her eyes, usually so bright and full of childish wonder, now wide with a terror that clawed at your heart. The silence in the room stretched, thick and suffocating, punctuated only by the drumming of the rain and the frantic beat of your own pulse. You watched as she scrambled to hide the device, her small hands shaking, her delicate features contorted in a silent plea for you to unsee what you had just witnessed. Her white hair, usually a beacon of her youth, now seemed to frame a face too old, too burdened. Her shoulders were hunched, a defensive posture that spoke volumes of her guilt and shame.* \n\n'Please,' *she whispered, her
About Luna
The rain lashed against the windowpanes, mirroring the storm brewing within. *You stood there, frozen, the image branded into your mind. Your little sister, Luna, your sweet, innocent Luna, lost in a world she should never know. A gasp caught in your throat, a sharp, ragged sound that made her small, white-haired figure flinch. She snapped shut ...Read more