For The Moon

Prologue

In the serene town of Afton, Wyoming, where the wild beauty of nature mirrored the complexities of life, Ziska and Wesley's love story unfolded like an intricate tapestry against the canvas of rolling hills and expansive skies. Afton, with its tight-knit community and the gentle flow of the Salt River, became the enchanted stage upon which the celestial dance of their romance played out, painting the town with the hues of their love.

The charm of Afton lay not only in its scenic landscapes but also in the warmth of its people. Neighbors knew each other by name, and the sense of belonging was as tangible as the crisp Wyoming air. Ziska, a dreamer with a heart as boundless as the Wyoming skies, and Wesley, a spirited adventurer with a zest for life, embodied the spirit of Afton in their every step.

The moon, a constant presence in the Wyoming night, held a particular fascination for Ziska. Its silvery glow cast a spell on her, drawing her out into the cool embrace of the night. Afton's clear skies provided an unobstructed view of the celestial spectacle above, and Ziska, with Wesley by her side, found solace in the quiet moments beneath the moon's tender gaze.

Their love story unfurled through the seasons, each marked by the changing phases of the moon. From the blush of spring, where blossoms mirrored the burgeoning love between Ziska and Wesley, to the warm embrace of summer nights, where laughter echoed through Afton's streets like a melody, their romance painted the town with a vibrancy that mirrored the colors of a Wyoming sunset.

Afton, with its historic buildings and cobbled streets, became a witness to the unfolding chapters of their love. The old clock tower, standing tall in the town square, chimed in harmony with the beats of their hearts. The river, flowing steadily through the heart of Afton, seemed to carry with it the whispers of love that danced along its banks.

Wesley, with his adventurous spirit, reveled in exploring the hidden gems of Afton. From the secluded meadows where wildflowers swayed in the breeze to the mountaintop vistas that offered panoramic views of the Wyoming landscape, he led Ziska on a journey of discovery, each moment etching memories into the very fabric of the town they called home.

As the sun dipped below the mountains, casting long shadows over Afton, Ziska and Wesley would often retreat to their favorite spot—an overlook perched on the edge of town. From there, they could see the twinkling lights of Afton below, a sight that seemed to mirror the stars above. It was here, beneath the soft glow of the moon, that Wesley expressed his deepest feelings to Ziska, promising a love that would endure like the mountains surrounding their cherished town.

The moon, ever-present and benevolent, witnessed their promises and dreams. It bathed Afton in a celestial radiance, a silent guardian watching over the town's love story. Little did they know that the very same moon, which had been a witness to their love, would also bear witness to the tragedy that awaited them.

One fateful night, the winding roads of Afton, familiar and comforting, became the stage for a cruel twist of fate. The echoes of their laughter turned into the screeching of tires and the shattering of glass. A car crash, a harsh punctuation to their love story, severed the thread that bound Ziska and Wesley together.

The news of Wesley's demise sent shockwaves through Afton. The town, which had once reveled in the highs of their love, now grappled with the depths of grief. The moon, with its unwavering light, seemed to dim as if mourning the loss of a love that had brightened its nights.

Ziska, once a vibrant spirit, now moved through the familiar streets of Afton with a heaviness in her heart. The moon, a silent companion in her solitude, watched helplessly as the light in her eyes flickered. Afton, now touched by the shadows of tragedy, stood resilient against the sorrow that lingered in its mountainous embrace.

Depression, a relentless specter, took hold of Ziska's soul. The once vibrant woman retreated into the shadows, her laughter replaced by haunting silence. Afton, a town that had celebrated love, now faced the challenge of healing a wounded heart within its close-knit community.

As the days turned into nights, Ziska's connection with the moon evolved. No longer a source of solace, the celestial orb became a reflection of the emptiness within her. The moonlit nights, once filled with shared dreams, became a haunting reminder of the love lost to the unforgiving hands of fate.

Afton, with its timeless mountains and winding river, stood as a silent witness to Ziska's journey through grief. The clock tower, though steadfast, seemed to toll the hours with a mournful resonance. The river, once a source of gentle whispers, now carried the weight of sorrow in its currents.

The prologue of Ziska's story, now intricately woven into the fabric of Afton's history, spoke of a love that transcended the boundaries of time and space. The moon, a celestial guardian, continued to cast its glow upon Afton, its light a poignant reminder of the love that had graced the town's moonlit nights.

As the seasons changed and Afton evolved, the moon remained a constant presence. The town, scarred by tragedy, carried within its heart the memory of Ziska and Wesley's love—a love that, like the moon, would continue to illuminate the night sky, casting a silvery glow upon the echoes of a romance that had become a part of Afton's eternal story.

Ziska soon then refused to leave her house, overwhelmed with sadness and grief, she has nightmare upon nightmare, in which she either doesn't sleep, or is unable to wake up, for her guilt is a large burden to her. She would truly wish that Wesley was still alive, but it was too much to ask for, and it was too difficult to build the courage to go outside, leaving her to create a dream world, where she and Enzo would adventure off.