[Tiwushang X Wuyishiyin] The Island of the Bright Moon

Blurb: When I was little, my mother once told me that my name meant "Moon Lake." In Xiyang, where the moon is worshipped as a deity, almost every newborn is given the ancient word "Amor," meaning moon, as a prefix to their name. The suffix is determined through divination by the priestess serving at the time. Compared with names like Dawn, Everlasting Day, and Elegy, Moon Lake was such an ordinary, casual name. At the time, I felt a little displeased. Still, I knew this was my fate. Fate is like an unknown river. Wherever it carries me, I will simply follow its current. Without hesitation, resistance, or pause. It was only later that I discovered the true meaning of my name was "Moon Tide." A name foretelling a life that would rarely go smoothly: where there is light, there is darkness; where there is calm, there are upheavals; where there are peaks, there are valleys; where there is truth, there are illusions. There are faint firefly lights and dark currents as smooth as whetstones, the hidden streams of fate and the dusty world of the passing years. It may not be a very good omen, but I love this name. It has made my life winding in the most extraordinary way, yet rich with lingering memories. As a child, I often gazed up at the night sky and thought the moon was truly an incredible thing. So bright, so gentle, so elegant, so selfless. The moon cannot be encompassed by human language, and whenever I praise it, I find words inadequate. Even more so after I discovered that this wondrous celestial being was actually a massive body I had come across in an astronomy magazine. It was ancient, barren, and desolate. Though it was already covered in wounds, it still did everything it could to offer warmth and light. Even if it is never given anything, it can still shine across the heavens for all eternity, on its own. It crosses rolling mountain ranges, passes over barren lands, flows through winding streams, and brushes across boundless grasslands. Could there be people in this world as noble and strong as the moon? I suppose not. That must be why it became a deity. Theme: