36 - The moon of death

«L-Lyon... what is happening...?» Ginevra's voice trembles with fear as she moves closer to me, her gaze following mine toward the window.

An eclipse.

Suspended perfectly between us and the Minus Moon, a celestial body never seen before—a perfect, pitch-black sphere, darker than the night itself. The darkness is overwhelming, engulfing not just my room but everything around us. Only the frail, pale light of the small moon struggles to pierce through, barely offering enough illumination to glimpse what is unfolding beyond the glass.

«But that is…» I can vividly recall the unease, the fear that flickered in Ayra's eyes when she spoke to me about it. That single expression had been enough to carve a sense of dread into my memory. «…the Mons Moon—the moon of death…»