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❝and i... will never die. i refuse such an inferior life.❞
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The moon has always been a friend. A constant companion in the night, when she had no one, not a soul to speak to. Its silverly light had once softened the edges of dark alleyways, creating shapes that turned shadows less monstrous, back when she was a child, slipping between the narrow streets of Sofia with her mother. Luna. That was what the moon was called in her mother tongue. Perhaps that made it easier to think of it as a friend, with its reverent glow... she had once seen its light refract through water droplets in the air, creating a faint, colourful arc in the night sky. Wasn't it almost... magical?
Her mother's eyes had sparkled in delight when she had pointed out as much, her voice a hushed whisper of awe as they stood beneath the celestial dome. Ah yes, her mother. Marion. Her late mother had spun tales of ancient folklore, of how Luna was a guardian of lost souls, guiding them home, and all the young girl could think, was when she would be brought home. To live in not a house, but a home. She had been as lost a soul as any, so why...
Marion was not the perfect mother, maybe not even a good one. But she was hers.
Andromeda turned over in her bed, the dim light of a moon half-obscured by clouds filtering through the narrow train window, casting a faint glow over her. She had been asleep, her auburn hair tousled, spreading across the pillow in soft waves that caught the shimmering light, framing her face. She was still feeling rather out of it now, not tired, all the desire to sleep had been knocked out of her when she had suddenly woken up, but there was that post-sleep daze that was affecting her. A chill had pricked her skin, and her eyelids had fluttered open, green eyes which were sharp and vibrant, even in the dimness, taking in the unfamiliar shadows of her compartment. There are some things even Luna cannot protect you from.
