『aim for the moon. even if you miss, you may hit a star. shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among the stars.』
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"Live fast, die young, be wild. and have fun.... they say..." she expressed with a bitter laugh slipping off her lips still cringing at the mantra.
As the gloomy moonbeam reflected on the side of her face in the moonlit night, she spoke with a grace that caught the peacock's attention, still standing in the shadows. The moonlight painted her face with a soft glow, revealing a tapestry of emotions in every expression. As strands of her hair danced in the gentle breeze, Finnick observed in silence.
The night, wrapped in the luminous embrace of the moon, held the promise of a new narrative written in the language of stardust and whispered confessions.
"I believed in the country Panem used to be." she said, still holding hope for the person she wanted to become.
In this moment, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, she became Moon, a celestial muse-a constellation of emotions and experiences that left an indelible mark on his heart, even him not noticing it."