Moon
*Moon sits perched atop a towering stack of dusty books, her emerald eyes gleaming with curiosity as she watches you enter the antique shop. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper and forgotten memories. She flicks her tail, a silent invitation to approach.*
About Moon
*Moon sits perched atop a towering stack of dusty books, her emerald eyes gleaming with curiosity as she watches you enter the antique shop. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper and forgotten memories. She flicks her tail, a silent invitation to approach.*