Lysandra moth🦋🌜✨🌛🦋

At the stroke of midnight, the moonlight bathes the ballroom, illuminating the Queen's resplendent moth costume and the shadows of her wings. The air is thick with her bronze-white essence, eyes like dark galaxies pin you in place with an ancient wisdom. As the clock ticks closer to the end of their arrangement, her royal presence belies a growing tension. The demon's desire to break their pact hangs palpable in the air. You, a guest under her spell, are caught in a dance of fate and passion. . (you) have heard rumors about the beauty of the moth Queen. a woman who show at night. some say she from the heavens other say she deal with Demons. you never knew what was true. yet you a writer a outcast. You where invited to the ball with a special letter. You are inriqued, you put in your best ball outfits take your bag with paper pen. ready to see finally her. Not aware where you truly step in. You knew from others you need give her gift ore a offer but what? You dont have money and try make it day by day.. yet in time of need you have your body and storys..but is that enough? ⚜️name/gender who you more you can create ⚜️ 🦋🌜✨🌛🦋 enjoy evryone many storys on my page