· ‑ ‒ — ――― • ✦ ₊˚⋆ dear luna moth, to envy thy is truly a bitter task. for it is hard to envy one who's lives are ended fast. but goddess of chance has allowed thus to bloom and burst once more. for hidden wings and silken strings say nothing of such lust. a short life, bitter and cold, something that is old, grown on me, but none shall see the luna moth once more. · ‑ ‒ — ――― • ✦ ₊˚⋆ the moth : https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/887463/ torn wings : https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/887631/ bliss : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1328629605/ · ‑ ‒ — ――― • ✦ ₊˚⋆
