phase one .

               ‘   𝘪’𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 ,  𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 .    ’     weak ,   yes he is weak .   this is a secret he bears in solitude ,  only feeling the weight of it in darkness ,   when he comes to rest his head at night .   he’ll watch it glow in the room ,  a moonbeam ,  a placeholder ,  a reminder of past shortcomings .   assured ,   with time he has learned to guise it ,  learned to build a fortress of combat and arsenal around it ,  arm it ,  teach it to bare its teeth .

               but every now and then ,  it whispers in his ear ,  something so somber ,  melancholy .   his own bogeyman ,   a phantom .   even she will eventually see him for what he is ,  a cowering man in the fortress he’s built .   even she will eventually turn away .   he fears that day .     ‘   𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 .      𝘪-   𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 .    ’               @mataab  .

              𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙴𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙵𝙴𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙳  ,   lost to aeons ,   abandoned along with the passage of time .   like her ,   a myth .   for only the moon listens now ,  envelops you in her luminescence ,  cloaks your hard heart with her softness .   cry out ,   pour your bitter heart into her hands .   watch the moon mend it .     ‘    dear mahtaab ,   divine one ,   what do you know of anger  ?    ’     pain personified ,   she is savage ,  cruel .   shahmaran confides to the moon ,  restrained choler and wettened eyes .       ‘    my time for atonement has gone ,   mahtaab .   only wrath covers me now ,  it has hold of my heart .   my being .   i am cursed .    ’               @mataab  .