As the road unravels in front of me, I can't help but think about the last time when I saw the Moon Goddess. Her beauty is something indescribable in mortal words. Her long, silver hair that falls on the ground like a shining river on a full moon night. Her smooth skin like a porcelain doll. The flowy white dress embracing her holly body. Her golden eyes that look kind and innocent, almost childish, but at the same time, in an inexplicable paradox, seem to hold all the wisdom in the world.
The image is so clear that if I close my eyes, I can still see her.
The first time, when she graced me with her crown, she stood tall, full of grace and dignity. Like the queen of the skies.
But the second time... Her golden eyes were holding something else inside them. Only thinking about it now mak
