Moonglow wasn’t always abandoned.
Before its markets only customers were vultures.
It used to be a beautiful place.
The forest’s walls shielding it from the nearby,
the cool air of it’s protecting it
from any storm, any being.
Moonglow wasn’t always burning.
Before corpses huddled in the streets,
something dark crawling inside of them.
It was a calm place,
serene quiet drifting through,
only being broken by an occasional screech
of what wanted inside.
But Moonglow was always delicate,
even before they came.
Even before the serene quiet was permanent
and the bustling markets ransacked,
Moonglow was always destined to shatter.