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There is a translucency in the clouds that cover the silver lined moon, allowing lining to be seen and the light to glow through, but yet the clouds still hide something. Secrets, just as we as inhabitants hold. Some secrets are felicitous, granting us the chance to revel in their beauty. Others so dark, we can’t help but self-destruct. When faced with secrets such as these, our characters are tested and whom we truly are within begins to reflect upon ourselves.

The moon, so beautiful yet so mysterious, is lined with all our secrets. The translucent clouds the only thing protecting them.