A human, bathed under the moon's rays, with no will left to live finds a way out of his battered, empty shell. He seems to have seen through the vicissitudes of the world, all the previously wondrous colors fading to monochromatic shades. Shall what he discovered bring his aura back to a bright one? And when it does, would it be as dark as crimson blood or as sweet as strawberry, as cold as the sharp glint of steel or as gentle as the embrace of the moon's gleam? (I have no cover omg ahahahaha) (finally, I had temporarily removed the laziness and has started this out)All Rights Reserved
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