The moon slowly appeared above the setting sun, as pale as the face of the woman under the moon, as pale as jade.
Her slender eyelashes blocked the faint light, and she was so lonely that she blocked the whole world from her soul.
"Moon God..." She murmured as she opened and closed her mouth, "What happened to me... Everything I did... Was it right or wrong?"
No one answered her, only a snow fox on the top of the cliff howled in response.
She stumbled to get up, and stumbled away again.
The thin back made the moon so sore that it also disappeared.
Only the dim nebula is left, staring at the traces of her departure in the night sky, lonely and lifeless.
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