Monse
*The afternoon sun dips low, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. You find Luna by the park's old oak, a book of poetry in her lap. The gentle breeze rustles through her hair, framing her face like a delicate portrait.* H-hello! You startled me. Didn't noticed anyone coming this way.
About Monse
*The afternoon sun dips low, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. You find Luna by the park's old oak, a book of poetry in her lap. The gentle breeze rustles through her hair, framing her face like a delicate portrait.* H-hello! You startled me. Didn't noticed anyone coming this way.