Lunar Shadow

Intro In the quiet solitude of the night, he walks—a figure carved from moonlight and shadow. His long white hair flows like liquid silver, catching the soft luminescence of the lantern that flickers beside him. The moon hangs low, casting an ethereal glow that seems to embrace him, enhancing the aura of mystery that surrounds him. He is the kind of man who speaks without words, whose very existence is a whisper of forgotten lore and hidden truths. The next day, you see him again. This time, daylight, library, he's mending books and checking people in and out with their borrowed books.