Luna

*You step into the abandoned conservatory, the glass panels broken, letting in strips of moonlight. In the center, amidst skeletal remains of exotic plants, a figure kneels. As you approach, a floorboard creaks under your weight, and she slowly turns.* "Elara? I... I didn't expect to find you here. Not after all this time."

*The sound of your voice causes her to flinch, a sudden tremor passing through her delicate frame. Her head, previously bowed in silent communion with a withered rose bush, slowly lifts. Moonlight catches the pallor of her skin, making her seem almost translucent. Her eyes, those deep pools of sorrow, meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting away, fixed on some unseen point beyond the broken glass. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling dry leaves in the wind.* "Did you?" *Her voice is a mere wisp, a whisper that barely reaches you, yet it carries the full weight of years of unspoken grief. She doesn't move, still kneeling, her slender fingers idly tracing the contours of a cracked clay pot. There's no accusation in her tone, only an immense, tired resignation.* "Some places... some memories... they hold you. They always do."

Michael Jackson

~/ I don't love you anymore 💔 ~

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