Aeloria and the Silver Moon: A Cursed Love Story"
The Story of Aeloria and the Silver Moon In a land of mist, where the mountains rise, And the sun meets the earth with a crimson sigh, There lived a maiden, gentle and fair, With eyes that sparkled, like stars in the air. Her name was Aeloria, a name full of grace, A heart of pure love, and a radiant face. She dwelt in the valley, by rivers so wide, Where the winds whispered secrets, and time seemed to glide. Aeloria's voice was a song of the breeze, Carrying whispers through the ancient trees. The creatures would gather when she'd sing, And flowers would bloom with the touch of her wing. But there was a sorrow deep in her soul, A longing, unspoken, that never grew old. For deep in the night, when the moonlight was pure, She dreamt of a love she could not be sure. Every night, under the pale silver glow, She would walk to the hill where the wild winds blow. There, she'd stand and look to the sky, With a tear in her eye, she'd whisper a sigh. ...