The silence was deafening. It was torturous. Yes, the cool night air felt wonderful on my pale, velvet skin. But, the continuous quiet was haunting and made me feel like I was in another dimension. Maybe I was. Maybe I was lost in another world, all alone. The ocean around me proved not helpful to fill the silence. It was tranquil and still and made no sound. I would often find myself saying a single word to make sure that I could still hear. The rocks poked at my feet but I didn't care. The sight was too beautiful to abandon. A large moon, magnificent and ghostly in every way, illuminated my face and reflected off the black water.
Was this all I had ever known? The calm ocean, shining moon, and ear shattering silence? It must be because I felt like that's all I could remember. I couldn't remember a warm home and a loving family…just dark, soft, pain. I was drawn oddly to the moon. It taunted me, looking down with its glowing face, killing me softly. It was so close! I could almost touch it but at the same time it seemed light years away! Killing me softly.
I had always felt drawn to the moon. I can't remember a time when I wasn't. It seemed to beckon my name, piercing through the night and the silence to reach me. It was a pure insanity, loving the majestic moon with so much intensity. When I closed my eyes, there it was, smiling back at me with a mocking grin. Deathly yet full of life…my life. It is all I know. All I love. All that keeps me alive.
My name is Nixa Draeluna and I live on the ocean shore, away from the public, in a land of which I know not its name. Not a single person besides me lives on the shore where I do. I'd been there for as long as I can remember but had never seen another human since the age of 12. It was just me and the moon…all alone…to faint slowly into insanity together.
Not only was the shore that I lived on a shore, but it was an island. I know not how I came upon it. I do not remember that now. All I remember is being her as a child, coping with the lifestyle, and watching the moon all night. I slept in the day, not wanting to miss a single minute of my precious moon. An obsession indeed, at the highest rate. I long to see the dreadful moon in my sleep and in my wake. I think of the moon and only the moon, often pondering that its name does it no justice for what I feel for it.
Cool breeze… so refreshing. The night is old and about to fade into the wretched daylight. I sigh and bid my love farewell…but not farewell for I dream of it whilst I sleep. Gliding to my small cabin that I built a few years back, I lay on the mattress made of pine branches and slip intoa deepsleep as the moon sank into the ocean.