NO.285 April T1 Subscription "Moth"

The night was ink-black, with faint light outlining her slender silhouette. Clad in semi-transparent gauze, the April incarnation became a moth drawn to the flame—fragile yet resolute. Her moist eyes shimmered with hazy allure under the dim lamplight, while her half-parted lips seemed to whisper silent murmurs. The thin veil clung to her skin, revealing and concealing with every breath that stirred the dance of light and shadow. She slowly stretched in the darkness like a moth flying irrevocably toward the flame, freezing the forbidden longing and the beauty of destruction into an eternal tableau.

Chun Momo