The Ballad of the Black Moon - Part 4
4. The Dawn That Lifted the Darkness Before he realized it, the night had begun to fade. A faint blue light slowly spread across the eastern horizon, gently pushing back the darkness. As the first breath of dawn touched the sky, the Black Moon gradually lost its presence, dissolving into the morning light. The woman looked at him one last time. A gentle smile graced her face. There was no sorrow in her eyes. No regret. No resentment. Only the quiet peace of someone who had finally found the farewell she had been waiting to share. The man could not bring himself to speak. Instead, he lowered his head in silence. It was a simple gesture, yet it carried every word he had never been able to say. It was his farewell. As the first rays of sunlight reached the pond, the woman's figure slowly dissolved into the morning mist. Within moments, she was gone. The Black Moon disappeared with her. The pond became calm once again, its surface as still as if nothing extraordinary had ever happene...
