Originally here!!!! Im addin gifs and stuffs here bc i think it givez it a bit of extra charm!!!! :D plus, i do love gifs and imagery a lots!
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Moon is a very lonely place.
The orange hue covering the landscape at dusk, a breeze that carries my name like a ghost. I cannot remember when I started to appreciate these things, it might’ve been from before I was born. If that world shared my name, or was something else entirely, I don’t think I’ll ever know.
Autumn leaves falling like snow—were they always that color? Did I paint those leaves as I did myself upon my birth? No—it had to be subconscious. I cannot remember painting the leaves orange. Although, truth be told, I still cannot remember the full extent of my birth either. I do not think that the entities that find themselves drifting in and out of my soul were created as I was.
They speak of sensations unimaginable. A strange sensation they called “pain.” Something I cannot begin to fathom. Maybe I should ask what it’s like, but I hardly have the time to. They appear as quickly as they leave. After all, Moon is a very lonely place.
A wish.
What had I wished for?
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