Talking to the Moon

I was only 17 when I realized the significance of my father's words: "Don't trust anyone." It was a lesson I would soon learn firsthand. Growing up in a family of immortals, I had always been warned about the dangers of humans. But I never thought I would encounter one who would change my life forever.In the heart of the forest, I stumbled upon a boy living in a small hut. I often secretly visited him, watching from behind a tree as he went about his daily routine. I saw him struggle to learn how to use an ax from his father, and I was amazed by his determination and quick learning. There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know more. Despite our vastly different worlds, I found myself drawn to him.One fateful night, I saw him running from a pack of wolves. Without hesitation, I intervened, blocking the wolves' path and saving him. It was only later that I realized those wolves were my brothers. As the wolves retreated, the boy sat on the ground,

As I slowly opened my eyes, my vision was still a bit blurry. The first thing I saw when I regained consciousness was the chandelier above me. I slowly got up and felt a sharp pain in my head. I looked around and realized that I was in an unfamiliar room."Where am I?" was the first thought that crossed my mind. I approached the door and turned the knob, slowly opening it. When I stepped out, I was shocked by what I saw. Was this a palace? Or was this what they called paradise? I thought to myself.I was stunned by the beautiful paintings on the walls, the numerous flower vases, and the breathtaking chandeliers. I walked around the room like a curious child, unable to believe what I was seeing.As I reached the second floor, I heard footsteps coming from a distance. I quickly turned around and saw a man standing on the stairs, looking at me. He was handsome, but there was something mysterious about him."Are you awake now?" he asked me with a hint of a smile on his lips. I was taken a