At night, Sienna-Rose sat quietly in her office at the estate, her gaze fixed on the silver moon hanging above the valley while twirling the glass of wine in her hand. Its glow spilled across the wide windowsill, soft and pale, wrapping the room in a gentle stillness.
She had often thought that the moon here isn't different from the one she had known in her past life on Earth. It held the same round fullness, the same serene glow, yet there's something different in this current world, something I couldn't name.
Sienna-Rose takes a slow sip of her wine from the newest batch, then stares at the beautiful light purple glow under the moonlight. She didn't turn on any light; she wanted to enjoy the full moon tonight.
She then thinks about what the difference is; perhaps it's the way the air here seems fresher, with how the air carries magic and how there are no industrial factories in this world.
