I met a boy.
Like a crescent moon.
This is a fairy tale about a rose and a crescent moon.
I am practicing short stories with rough logic, stiff transitions, old ideas, and poor writing skills, so read with caution.
[The text has been completed. If there is any update, it will be to correct typos or incorrect semantics. Extras will be updated by chance.
Intention: You give me moonlight, I sell you roses
