I fear for my life. I fear for the well-being of my child, and I fear everything may crumble down to dust. Everything I have worked so hard for, what I have striven to complete, or even start, in my century of life.
Why do I do the things I do? Is this true regret I feel? Regret, knowing my fate could be the same as Goldsun's? One misstep and one is disowned, stripped down and executed in front of their family. In front of those they love and trust. One simple miscalculation, and it can all collapse.
Still, I hold hope. The moon still shines, brighter than before. There are so few clouds blocking her light. She is guiding me through the night, and I am grateful. How I love her radiance. I do hope she never burns out. I need her.
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