Sometimes I feel that once I decide to give up on something that I have persisted in for a long time, it feels as if the world suddenly becomes empty. What on earth persisted for so long? What is the belief in doing that? Why did you ever move forward so confidently? The reasons for crying, laughing, and working hard seemed to be nowhere to be found. But, at least, what remains in my heart is the beautiful past. (This text has nothing to do with the content of the article www) Short story, completed in ten chapters. The first part of "Moonlight Shadow".