By Sunsets over Moonlight

[ry0un0suke]

It is strange that an additional set of paragraphs circulate at this time following an isolated incident. Likely in a literary magazine of sorts in publication by a group of Faeborne girls employed at the Goldenleaf library. Two of these paragraphs showcasing the settings and build up, but nothing more, likely more confusing to an interested reader as to what the collection is really about. When asked, all that time ago, the author could only describe the excerpts of short stories featured their upcoming fiction story collection 'With Nothing but Love,' with a single word. Its release date not yet shared. Continued, from the prologue:
 
"I don’t believe anyone is born deeply in love with themself even though, for a while, all we can comprehend is our own existence and that of our mother’s; A consequence of budding ego."
 
About Remembering...
 Of all ways to spend my break from academy, cleaning out my dead Uncle Escae's house wasn’t high on that list. Instead of vacationing overseas like my peers, my younger sister Tali, my older cousin Ken and I trekked through the middle of nowhere in the forests north of  Sor. I can't remember the last time I saw my cousin before today or my Uncle Escae at that, so why I was there was beyond me.
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About Satisfaction...
At the end of every moon, Nuala cooked dinner to welcome the new phase. Each time the same with little alterations to keep the essence of the monthly ritual. The heat in the kitchen opened up the windows despite it being in the heart of winter. Spiced steam billowed out like smoke from a chimney once they pulled a pan of meat from the burning stove. "Is Maris back yet?" they ask, voice a bit raised if only for their sister to hear them in the other room. The stove's door slammed once they kicked it up, bubbling sauce surrounding the roasted meat as it sizzled and glistened against the light. Nuala quickly and carefully dropped it atop the stove, retracting hands as they shake at the wrist.