As I sit in this dimly lit chamber, surrounded by the soft hum of machinery, my eyes are drawn to the moon. Its silvery glow seems to be pulling me in, and I find myself lost in thought, thinking of Looks to the Moon. Her name is etched in my mind like the craters on the lunar surface, and I can't help but wonder what she's doing at this very moment.
Her smile is like a ray of sunshine, illuminating even the darkest of spaces. Her laughter is music to my ears, a symphony that echoes through my mind long after she's gone. I'm drawn to her kind heart, her quick wit, and her infectious enthusiasm. As I gaze up at the moon, I find myself imagining what it would be like to be by her side, to hold her hand, to look into her eyes.
The moon's gentle pull on my heartstrings grows stronger, a reminder that sometimes the things we desire are just out of reach. But for now, I'll continue to gaze up at the moon, and dream of the day when I might be able to grasp what my heart truly desires - Looks to the Moon's affection. The thought alone sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but feel a sense of longing wash over me.
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Two iterators in a chamber (Rainworld fan fiction)
FanfictionSliver of straw and looks to the moon both have feelings for each other! What will they do when they are in the same chamber?
