Once there was a tale of a maiden, draped in silk and clad in jewels, who wore a smile so radiant as though light took form a human to walk on land. Ivory strands like waves under moonlit nights laid rest on her shoulders, contrasting mirror-like eyes that saw souls of sin and gold.
Then one day, one fateful day, the night of songs and ballads came. A village of beauty, adorned with lights, brimmed with boundless mirth, unending joy that came a halt when flames ablaze the lantern walks. It soared up high the darkened sky with eyes that eyed in jealous sight.
The beast had sung an endless night, where light felt nowhere to be seen. But light ran through the endless grove, and Selene had blessed amongst the catastrophe. Cloaked by moonlight, she ran to hide from the vengeful beau, but more than she knew what lay await was a beast that yet to taste an unquenchable temptation.
Before the creature bared its fangs, a sword had wedged before its prey. It wailed across the ashen land and called the help of adversary. And just as it had seen their tracks, the silhouettes have long been gone. Shallow breaths beneath the trees and broken twigs beneath their feet, blood and soil no longer discerned—to keep one's heart was one thought remained rational.
As they ventured the evergreen, finally hope was seen, or as they thought but merely deluded of desperation and dread. To have light taken meant one forsaken, resolves weakened, and paths forgotten. And when the maiden was firm to yield, her eyes awoke in a land surreal.
So real she chose to believe it unreal...
