Being the supposed, well-respected deity of the moon, there you sat on the crescent luna with the robes on your arms drifting away with the wind, humming a gentle timbre which is almost akin to a lullaby as you sang your night mindlessly.

Leaning towards a nearby conifer, the woman in deep teal prioritized to savor the ballads you breathe out from your lips, silently sitting on a branch as to make sure that your small performance shan’t be disturbed from a sudden thud.

“Magnificent, truly magnificent.” This person was just no ordinary person. A literal divinity— even. And oh, how that had fully intrigued the fascinated foxian into the deepest depths of stupefaction, almost similar to the first time she has ever heard of your song amongst the breeze one day on a cold winter night.

She had remembered the way your hair shone, and how it gleamed even more vividly to this day. The undying urge to get even more closer towards the sound seemed to increase even more as the moment had passed.

Being able to do nothing and being completely motionless as time had passed, the least she could do was to able to lend an ear towards your own melodies as she laid comfortably on the tree.

Feixiao has made a mistake. She has gotten herself smitten over your mere performances alone. Thinking that it was just you and your thoughts to keep you company throughout the night, she wishes to deny you incorrectly.

The foxian attempted to repeat the tones of your vocals. The song seems to ring in her head, and the taste of it upon her own tongue tasting like sweet ambrosia.

You looked absolutely stunning as of the moment, and she will definitely go as far as to say that you’re a being that surpasses beauty itself. All with a few simple words— that is how influential you are, and she wishes to keep it that way.