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MOONSHAME
It was a particularly beautiful moonlit night. Winds of winter had carried off the clouds far away, leaving behind a clear winter sky for the moon to show off his shine.
A spirit, a god of unparalleled beauty, he liked to show off his fair parts while also trying to hide his dark spots, of which he was ashamed. Always alone in the nightly sky, for the stars despised him for dimming their presence and the clouds only ever came close to cover him up. Thus he always looked to the earth for consolation.
A symbol of youth and romantic love, he had always found company in the midst of lovers, to whom he was a guide, a muse, a mirror for their beloved. They would shower him with praise and poetry, and in return he would do his best to please his followers. Sometimes he would whisper aspirations and dreams of love in their ears, sometimes he would provide his beautiful light like a blessing on the lovemaking of a couple, and sometimes he would just be a muse, a model, for the artists and the poets. But the most common duty that he performed was to show the face of their beloved to the distant lovers in his own image so that their hearts remained content and love unchanged. Sometimes he would become a beautiful maiden, sometimes a chiseled man, ever changing, ever happy, filling his role as a guardian of love.
When he was not working, he would listen to the hearts of the lovesick. He loved to hear the thoughts of the men and women, who would stand in his light in a lonely full moon night. Sometimes alone, sometimes not, these people would look towards the moon with a lovesick heart and the moon god's eyes would find them, his ears would hear their thoughts and his heart would connect to theirs. Some would wish for the success of an unrequited love while some simply wished to find love, some remember their past while some think of their future.
The moon god loved to hear these stories and he loved to think up best ways to help them. And nights like these were his favourites, as he was free from any hindrance from the clouds. As the clear skied night passed on, the moon god looked to the mountains where he felt a lovesick heart beat. His eyes fell upon a woman of youth and considerable beauty. She was standing on the side of a fairly abandoned mountain road. Aside from headlights of vehicles that would pass her by in every fifteen to twenty minutes, she...
A spirit, a god of unparalleled beauty, he liked to show off his fair parts while also trying to hide his dark spots, of which he was ashamed. Always alone in the nightly sky, for the stars despised him for dimming their presence and the clouds only ever came close to cover him up. Thus he always looked to the earth for consolation.
A symbol of youth and romantic love, he had always found company in the midst of lovers, to whom he was a guide, a muse, a mirror for their beloved. They would shower him with praise and poetry, and in return he would do his best to please his followers. Sometimes he would whisper aspirations and dreams of love in their ears, sometimes he would provide his beautiful light like a blessing on the lovemaking of a couple, and sometimes he would just be a muse, a model, for the artists and the poets. But the most common duty that he performed was to show the face of their beloved to the distant lovers in his own image so that their hearts remained content and love unchanged. Sometimes he would become a beautiful maiden, sometimes a chiseled man, ever changing, ever happy, filling his role as a guardian of love.
When he was not working, he would listen to the hearts of the lovesick. He loved to hear the thoughts of the men and women, who would stand in his light in a lonely full moon night. Sometimes alone, sometimes not, these people would look towards the moon with a lovesick heart and the moon god's eyes would find them, his ears would hear their thoughts and his heart would connect to theirs. Some would wish for the success of an unrequited love while some simply wished to find love, some remember their past while some think of their future.
The moon god loved to hear these stories and he loved to think up best ways to help them. And nights like these were his favourites, as he was free from any hindrance from the clouds. As the clear skied night passed on, the moon god looked to the mountains where he felt a lovesick heart beat. His eyes fell upon a woman of youth and considerable beauty. She was standing on the side of a fairly abandoned mountain road. Aside from headlights of vehicles that would pass her by in every fifteen to twenty minutes, she...
