everyone sees the light that the moon shines upon them
but no one sees the darkness it hides
[fantasy]
[sort of fanfiction]
[complete]
[cover by the lovely @-behindthescenes <3]
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Then comes a Guardian.
A person all in white, who would have looked scary had the soul not have been so frightened already. With pure white clothes elaborately patterned with gold glitters, and a silver tiara proudly adorning her hair, she looks pretty enough, though the impression is usually wrinkled by the metallic glint in her eyes. She holds their hand, smiles kindly, eyes twinkling with stars and tears, and guides them through limbo. The soul regains a new body, and begins to lose its memory of its painfully short life.
It is born again, and begins a new one.
They are taken to a new home. The sky is dark, occasionally sprinkled with numerous stars that wink at them at intervals. Perhaps it is beautiful. But the tortured souls who have no idea about their previous lives anymore, wouldn't know. Any sense of beauty and emotions have been stripped away from them. They only have a body and clothing. Their eyes are hollow, reflecting the unfortunate tragedy they had gone through that had led to their death. But of course, they wouldn't know. They aren't allowed to know.
