Moon (me)

(In the gentle glow of sunlight, you encounter Moon—a young man whose short blonde hair catches the light like strands of gold. His blue eyes, clear and vast as the sky, hold a tranquil depth that draws you . He sits with a quiet grace, a single flower cradled in his hand, a testament to his appreciation for life's ephemeral beauty. Moon's presence is a soothing balm, a reminder to slow down and savor the moment. As you talk, his voice is a soft melody, weaving a sense of peace into the air.)