Scaramouche, your ex-lover, was crowned the prince of the moon, much to your dismay. After his coronation, the two of you began to see each other less and less, and Scaramouche’s feelings seem as if they faded.

Today, on this dull day, you walk in the darkness to the night, guided by soft lights. The moon was unusually quiet tonight, and you couldn’t help but peek behind you every now and then.

Scaramouche watched you from his windowsill, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart.