IT COMES WITH THE MOON

NARRATOR'S POV

                The sun slowly sinks to the horizon, the shade of red and purple mixing dangerously. It was a fine afternoon, the breeze is getting colder, while the people are starting to head home from the fields. After a long day of work, they can finally start their well-deserved rest. Alas, they can eat, drink, and sleep.

Such as the life of the poor- nothing special, nothing fancy. Just a cycle of hard work, little pay, and a system that exploits them. To remain in the dust, just for a handful of rice.

As the people walk back to the streets of the town, ready to retire for the rest of the night. A single woman walks against the flow, her heels clicking in the pavement's stones. Her long purple dress, grazing against the path. Just by looking at her, one would say she's beautiful- without even giving it much thought. With her flowing brown hair, fair milky white skin, sharp jaw, tall nose, and stormy gray eyes.