The moon changed the way how he looked pale glow on a single flickering dead night, become less bright and distinct, slowly began fading, the moon’s skin obtaining transparency, its eyes have a twinkle of indigo. The moon was sitting sadly with patience. Her voice was too strange yet strangely harsh. Her ivory dress is crinkle delicately like broken lake water over her slender arms and legs and with a strange pale but Luminant folded limbs.
