[In the hearts of souls who ardently seek,
An essence profound, impassioned, and meek,
The moon rabbit's presence lingers, ethereal and still,
A testament to connections, unyielding will.
Oh, the consequence of bonds' grand decree,
Where souls entwined, transcend reality,
Though the moon may dwell in distant skies,
The luminescence within forever flies.
So let our hearts, like moonbeams, ascend,
Embracing the rapture, worlds without end.
For in connections pursued, though challenges loom,
We dance with the moon in eternal bloom.]
With utmost care, Kisara delicately folded the letter, gently cradling its words within the confines of its envelope. Her eyes grew subdued, yet her countenance remained tranquil, a portrait of serene composure.
In that carriage, she opened her notebook and pressed it flat on the table. She started to draft her return letter there.
[Silent tears descend,
Unreachable moon laments,
Love's distance, profound.]
