The memories: The Night Of The Full Moon

The night of the full moon... She sat beneath its silver glow, her back to the world, her long hair flowing like rivers of darkness. The pale light caressed her bare skin, tracing the curve of her shoulder, the softness of her form, as if the moon itself desired to touch her. She was both fragile and untamed, a secret kept between shadows and moonlight. In that stillness, she became part of the night, a quiet offering to the endless sky, a whisper of beauty that only the moon could fully hold.