UNDER THE BLOODY MOONLIGHT
“Is that what your father told you?”
I am unsure how she knows, but I only nodded in response. A flicker of darkness danced in her eyes, so fleeting I almost didn’t catch it.
"My dearest," she began, her voice like a wind chime on a summer's day, "Aerith is a place of many things. It holds beauty beyond compare, with forests that whisper forgotten secrets and rivers that sing lullabies beneath the moon. But just like the shadows that dance with the light, there is darkness there too."