Under the Twin Moons
The darkness of the night sky reached wide and limitless, a painting rendered in whispers. Scattered across the blackness, like pinpricks in a velvet cloak, shone stars. Their silver glowed sharp in the cool air. Twin moons hung high above, silent in their rule—one a white, golden coin, the other a blue glowing sphere whose light was barely visible. Their combined light spilled down in soft, overlapping folds, enveloping the world in a loveliness that seemed to be almost too fragile for a kingdom marked by conflict.
Underneath that peaceful canopy, the earth rested. Villages nestled together like children holding onto warmth under heavy quilts. Fields lay under frozen soil, rivers whispered their soft secrets, and the forests were upright sentinels, their shadows engulfing the trails between the trunks. But in the very center of the Moonstone Kingdom, the capital defied the quiet of night.
