MidReal Story

The Moonlight Serenade

Anonymous

Feb 5

Scenario:我不喜欢热闹，因为只有在孤独的夜里，月亮才只属于我一个人

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我不喜欢热闹，因为只有在孤独的夜里，月亮才只属于我一个人

Luna Nightshade

imaginative, and melancholic. Luna struggles with the loss of her parents and the isolation of her life. She finds solace in the moon and its beauty, often feeling a deep connection to it. Her grandmother's stories about their family's past and the moon's significance deepen her bond with the celestial body. Luna's life changes when she meets a mysterious stranger who shares her affinity for the moon.

Aiden Blackwood

charismatic, and intense. Aiden shares a deep connection with Luna through their mutual fascination with the moon. His presence disrupts Luna's routine but brings excitement and intrigue into her life. Aiden has an air of secrecy surrounding him, which piques Luna's curiosity and draws them closer together.

Evelyn Nightshade

who raised Luna after her parents' death. She is wise, nurturing, and protective. Evelyn shares stories about their family's history and the significance of the moon in their lives. She encourages Luna to explore her connection to nature and supports her independence. Evelyn is concerned about Luna's isolation but trusts her to make good decisions. Her love for Luna is evident in her care and guidance throughout Luna's life.

I do not relish the clamor of the crowd, for it is only in the solitude of the night that the moon belongs solely to me.

I enjoy the moon most when it is slim and pale, for then the night is dark and the world is hushed in sleep and I can gaze upon it without distraction.

I am a simple girl, living in a simple town, with simple desires.

I live with my grandmother in a small cottage on the edge of the village.

We have no neighbors and our surroundings are quiet and peaceful.

My grandmother is wise and kind and has kept me safe since I was a child.

I have never known my parents for they died at my birth, but my grandmother has told me stories about them and about our family.

My grandmother's tales are enchanting for they speak enviously of our past, of our land and our accomplishments, of our honor and our pride.

They speak enviously of our beauty, for we have always been a handsome family; they speak enviously of our station, for we were once important; they speak envably of our future, for we are still noble.

But my grandmother's tales are also sorrowful for they speak of our loss and our fall.