Rose
I smoothed the fabric of my dress for the hundredth time, my palms damp despite the cool air in the back of Hadesโ car. It wasn't the vintage skirt Iโd worn on my first day; Hades had surprised me with a package that morningโa dress the color of a soft sunset, made of silk that felt like a second skin. It was simple, elegant, and far more beautiful than anything I had ever owned.
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 ๐
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