C1928 The Bloodthirsty One's Him 74

There were no layers of clouds on this night. Looking up, his eyes were filled with glittering stars, like fragments left behind by the sun. The darkness had swallowed them all, leaving only a transparent, pure white.

The moon was at the top of the treetops, and the white light of the moon slid through the leaves.

A moist, cool breeze blew over from the distance