I picked up the diary on the floor and opened it before going to the bed. Memories of my childhood slowly came back to me. The casual graffiti from my childhood now seemed like from a different world.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had always liked to draw since I was young. Moreover, I had always had a unique perception of the moon goddess. Now that these memories seemed to have disappeared, my perception of the moon goddess had also significantly weakened.
I heard from my neighbors that I would suddenly run away while playing outside. In the end, the place I ran to was a portrait or sculpture of the moon goddess. Moreover, my foster mother scolded me, "Wretched girl, you've never been normal since you were young. When we met you in the temple of the moon goddess, you insisted on bec
