Rose
I stared at the screen of the ATM, the glowing numbers blurring behind a sudden, hot veil of tears. I blinked, sure that the machine was malfunctioning, that it had added an extra zero by some cruel clerical error. But the balance remained steady, a silent, digital testament to a reality I had never dared to dream of.
My Moonlit Souls, If my stories have ever stayed with you in the quiet hours, if my words have ever softened the weight of the dark, you can now support me in a simple, gentle way, like a small offering to the writer behind the pages. No pressure. No obligation. Just a choice made from the heart. Your support helps keep these stories alive and allows me to continue writing, day after day, chapter after chapter. If you wish to stand with me, even briefly, it means more than I can say. With love and moonlight, Luna š
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