Forlorn Celestial Love
{The moon was so pretty to me during my earliest years of imprisonment and she had given so much goodness to me. She had been my companion. She had been my guardian. She had been my love.
But now…I hate the moon. I hate how she mocks me with her freedom. I hate how she looks beneath me with a pitying face. I hate how she reminds me of the mistakes that lead me to here. I wish she still lent me hope instead of lending me despair.}
— Lexandra Belosia, 12th scribe of The Wandering Sisters of Nosia. 7th Rain of Desoria
But now…I hate the moon. I hate how she mocks me with her freedom. I hate how she looks beneath me with a pitying face. I hate how she reminds me of the mistakes that lead me to here. I wish she still lent me hope instead of lending me despair.}
— Lexandra Belosia, 12th scribe of The Wandering Sisters of Nosia. 7th Rain of Desoria
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