Over the moon

Amara is tired of being chased; her life is a never-ending flight punctuated only by brief bursts of desperate hiding. The stark crimson of blood, the briny sting of sweat and the desolate dampness of tears are all visible on her pillows, silent witnesses. She has discovered her battleground after being a wraith who was terrified of the world's attention. Her white nightgown, once a symbol of purity, turned into a canvas of defiance one night under a moon that was unconcerned with human suffering, stained with the profound, undeniable truth of blood.