Black Moon Disease: After three years, the hair turns ink-black. After five, the eyes sink into the abyss. After seven, the eyebrows turn black. After ten, moon-shaped spots appear on the skin.
After fifteen years, black moons coil around the fingertips.
After seventeen years, the organs dissolve into water.
After eighteen years, a crescent moon drapes over the shoulder, smiling.
After nineteen years, a moon rose takes shape.
At twenty, the lifespan reaches its limit, and a black hole pierces the heart.
Terminally ill, he drags his dying body, with its days numbered, into a noble family as a live-in son-in-law.
“If my identity as a woman is exposed, I'm as good as dead!?”
Fate? A curse? The bizarre? Fear?
Or perhaps, a desperate tale of the moon.
