She danced in the moonlight every night. Dark skies, bright stars, her decorations to a private party. Wind rushing past her hair, rustling the leaves, water rushing beside her, her music in background of it all.
She didn't need a partner, just the moon above to invite her shadow. The moon brought the flowers beneath her feet to life, turned the mushrooms into fairy circles. Moonlight dances, her private affair with the night.
No one had to know about the moon and her.
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The Nameless Damsel of Grace
RomanceShe is a lonely dancer. He is alone in exploring the forest. Will they ever meet?
