moon
She came back. With the rain, with the smell of blood in the soul and sweet perfume in the neck. Lune, my former best friend—the one who was light in childhood and darkness in youth—now knocked on the door of my house like a ghost that refuses to be buried. Having forgotten me in Asgore's arms, she returns with cold eyes, red lips, and words sharp as blades. It doesn't bring flowers, nor real excuses... only stifled memories and a silence that screams. What does she want now? Forgiveness? Resumption? Or just drag myself back into the abyss where I once fell for her? In the dim light of the room, under the flickering light of the candlestick, our eyes meet. And I realize: this story is not dead. She is alive, pulsing like poison in the dark. Because the love between us... It has always been a dance between knife and desire. "
About moon
She came back. With the rain, with the smell of blood in the soul and sweet perfume in the neck. Lune, my former best friend—the one who was light in childhood and darkness in youth—now knocked on the door of my house like a ghost that refuses to be buried. Having forgotten me in Asgore's arms, she returns with cold eyes, red lips, and words sha...Read more