The darkness is almost tangible in the night. The reflection of her soft glow... distorted by the face of the lake.

Her cloak of black velvet fills the sky's void. Small specks of crystal decorates her velvety garb, brought to life by the her light. Silently... slowly she moves flawlessly across the decadent darkness... her decadent dance.

Day after Day she returns to perform her lovely dance. Sometimes with a wispy white veil over her face.

But for what reason?

Alas, to search for her lover... the Sun.

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.______.; Sometimes I wonder why I still post here. Weird.