🌑 Chapter One: Under The Pale Moon Light 🌑

Late at night, 🌘

When the wind howls🍃

And the rain taps against the glass,🌨️

Some say they hear

A melody drifting on the wind, 🌬️

A lullaby from a music box long lost,🎶

A pair of sea blue eyes watching from the shadows.

A quiet voice, Begging, "Come home..."🌑

The truth and secrets waits in the storm🌪️

To be found by someone.

And

There are some bridges that should never be crossed.🌛