Dead actors faking lines, over and over and over again
Eight years had I breathed in this world, the gentle counterpart to my brother and sister, me being the pure maiden who had brought the quiet Haku into this world. Haku the Moon's Serpant, yes he is growing into himself quite nicely. And yet the boy is disconnected, almost as if he wanders not this world. I have not seen the boy in days and days, he has not been to the den he occupies next to me in so long, and so I go in search of him, and today is not the day I will seem to find him. I seem to feel this with every fibre of my being, and yet something still draws me forward, something calling to me but not by sound or by someone's voice, it was something different. I cannot seem to define what it is, and I cannot seem to draw myself away.
I am the moon and it shows in the whiteness of my coat, the way I keep myself as a mystic, every word shrouded in mystery, mysteries that are perhaps never solved. I am the wolf representation of the moon herself, the one wolves howl to for solace, the one who echoes back tales of grandeur. I answer the calls you let loose, I am that which makes it so you are never alone. I am Moon, my brother is Sun, and my sister is Sky. All of us a trio borne, and nothing without the other.
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She cries her life is like some movie in black and white
I want to stay in love with my sorrow
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