Barefoot, she danced upon the frost, draped in what looked like moonlight. A divine voice accused her, "You wh…
Barefoot, she danced upon the frost, draped in what looked like moonlight. A divine voice accused her, "You who steal my light for a dress! Your punishment is to dance for me alone, forever." And so she became the moon's beloved, her every step a word in a celestial script only she can read.