Whispers Beneath the Moon

I was never meant to be feared. I was born from moonlight, rain, and the quiet songs of the forest. Yet every broken promise, every fallen leaf, and every forgotten wish found its way into my heart.

The tears upon my face are not born of sorrow alone they carry the memories of every soul who wandered into these woods searching for hope and left carrying silence instead.

I remain here, where the mushrooms glow like forgotten stars and the trees remember names the world has long erased. My wings still carry the colors of life, even as my spirit fades into the shadows.

If you ever find me beneath the moon, do not pity me. Sit beside me in silence. For in that quiet, you may hear the forest whisper the truth we all spend our lives trying to remember: even the loneliest light can still guide someone home.