Rising Moon....

beauty on the way from heaven

(nobody's point of view)
Wunatu looked up sadly at the scattered sky. He wanted to go back so much, to his home, his family, his friends... but he didn't do a good job, he failed.... he was supposed to find Sun Wukong, and he didn't. and he was too soft. he sighed. and he set off along a dark path in the green forest. he walked for a few days, the forest seemed endless, only green and green... Wunatu's white hair clung to the branches, his black and white robe trailed behind him. after a few days he cut it so it wouldn't get in his way. one day, looking at the sky, he heard someone humming something. but it wasn't a pleasant sound. someone was humming, as if he had just killed someone, humming with the satisfaction of revenge, crime. and what surprised him the most was that it was a female voice humming it. Wunatu stood up. he had a feeling it might be an enemy, at most he would die. simply, after so many weeks of wandering, he wanted to see someone, a living soul. he ran out into the clearing from which the sound came. and was dumbfounded. on a stone sat a monkey, with caramel eyes, dark, almost navy blue, smooth fur, a slender waist, and shapely body proportions. in addition, she had dark, long eyelashes, smooth eyebrows and passionate lips. her slender tail swept the ground with quick movements, and she, sewing a red scarf with remnants of some material. in herself, the moon monkey, was probably the most beautiful creature he had ever met, including her friend, the goddess of beauty. he looked at her, enchanted. and suddenly she looked at him.