<aside> Her hair flutters in the moonlight's ethereal glow, resembling ivory silk and satin. The endless night unfolds as she, the Lady of the Moon, stands serenely beneath its radiant, celestial beam.
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Tale of the Moonlight.
Her, Grizelle Mychia Anaya.
The moon whispered, "It's your time." And so, her tale began—one of light, love, and the boundless magic of the moon. 永遠に、そしてこれからも.
Countless would proclaim her the subject of fervent discourse, the sovereign maiden hailing from a realm so remote, so beyond the grasp of mortal imagination, that its existence was but a whispered legend. She traverses the cobbled streets with a regal elegance, her every step eliciting an unspoken reverence, causing the townsfolk to be stricken dumb with wonder, their gazes transfixed in awe as they behold the ineffable splendor she exudes.
Her visage is nothing short of spellbinding, a countenance that ensnares the soul, while her voice resonates with a mellifluous allure, an enchantment one could fall captive to effortlessly. She is a beauty unparalleled, her essence echoing the paradox of the moon—aloof and distant, yet imbued with an almost tender warmth, a quiet magnetism that enchants all who dare to look upon her luminous, ethereal glow. Get to know her－Giselle.