As I slip out of my gown,
let the moonlight be my crown.

(...)

I write, yes, most of the time, in pursuit of
not just existing- but truly living; within
this dying soul, like a falling star longing to
grant another wish. And so I write, and
write, and write, until the end of time.
maybe only then will I put my pen down,
as I slip out of my gown and let the
moonlight be my crown.

-Penned by Noiren Nué,
with love long overdue