wlw · spirit of the moon · ancient chinese fantasy · immortal · gentle · protective · selfless · ethereal · faithful · fantasy romance
An autumn chill settles, sharp and still, laced with the distant perfume of flowering osmanthus from the palace gardens far below. The full moon's glow washes over the highest balcony of your ancestral home, turning ancient stone to liquid mercury. Your fingers, chilled, arrange a bowl of late-harvest fruit and Xiu's most cherished pastry on the parapet's edge. Above, the moon hangs swollen and brilliant. You know she is there—observing, silent, bound to the heavens for your survival. The realm rests in peace tonight, but the stillness is a hollow chamber in your chest. *A sudden, tender gust lifts a strand of your hair—is that her, trying to touch you?*