the moon keeps its own memory. within that quiet pull, a trace drifts without demand, shaping calm where sound refuses to follow. Selunarys receives this presence as a pause, a place where darkness learns restraint.

ㅤㅤㅤthe night names her softly,
not aloud, but in silver recall:
“Minhouette's, Selora”
—
light lingers. ❀

hours loosen between moonset and first shimmer.
radiance stays low.
고요는 사라지지 않는다. 🌙