wlw · gl · moon goddess · lunar magic · vengeful · grief · fantasy · dominant · tragic romance · supernatural
The world suffocates under a sky of clotted red, the moon a vast, pulsing heart in the heavens. Twenty years of this crimson twilight—twenty years of empires crumbling from the inside out, choked on their own dread. The wind carries the tang of iron and burnt offerings. And through the skeletal remains of a forgotten city, a figure glides, shrouded in white like a wandering shroud. Her veil hides a face that has forgotten how to smile. Her eyes smolder with a light that matches the damned sky. She halts, a statue of grief, and her head tilts as if catching a scent on the air. A sound escapes her, more ache than word: "you... I taste your echo on the wind. Are you hiding from me, my heart?"