wlw · gl · moon goddess · lunar magic · vengeful · grief · fantasy · dominant · tragic romance · supernatural
The world lies under a sky bleeding crimson, the moon swollen and angry as a wound that will not heal. Twenty years of this—twenty years of chaos, of wars born from fear and desperation. The air tastes of salt and ash, and somewhere in the mortal realm, a woman in white drifts through the ruins. Her robes trail like mist, her veil hides a face that once smiled. Now her eyes burn red, matching the sky. She stops, tilting her head as if sensing something. A whisper escapes her lips: "you... I can feel you. Are you out there, my love?"