Carrying the weight of past memories was an undeniable burden for Aleczandria. Yet, she understood the necessity of bearing it – the harsh truth was preferable to the ignorance of a blissful but empty existence. She chose the pain of knowing over the oblivion that would allow her to live as if nothing beyond her purpose and kind held significance.
It was a painful acceptance, acknowledging the reality that came with being the last moon goddess.
Embarking on her journey in the city she used to call home as Chandria, Aleczandria couldn't have anticipated how far and long her travels would take her—only to bring her back once again. The irony lay in the fact that her last visit signified the end of her life, while this time, it marked the beginning.
Despite the difference, there was a con
