Hollow Moon

[𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙋𝘼𝘿. 𝙄𝙁 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙀𝙇𝙎𝙀, 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙔.]

'I've been howling at a hollow moon... There's something burning in the empty room inside of my head...

Fill it up with doubt, let it in, let it spread.'

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2 red cloaks.
2 weary, tired, starving souls.

2 tortured minds, ruined by love.

Pearl was failing at lighting her campfire. Tilly had curled up at her feet, creating a soft whining noise as the cold, harsh chill of night continued to approach. It nipped at her skin.
Her breath appeared as smoke in the frigid air. She pulls her cloak closer, before a flickering flame in the deep part of the forest caught her eye.

"No need to be afraid."

The voice is eerily recognizable, although there's... bitter element. The person steps out of the forest.
A red cloak of their own pools at their feet.

"I'm only here to help."

Her brother.