Beams of moonlight cascade down on her from the bright, white, swollen moon above, bathing her in light while she wanders alongside the black lake and into the dark shadow-filled forest. She treads upon the sand of the shoreline, dipping her toes into the icy, murky water. She bends down and rests upon her knees and looks up to the bright shining object illuminating her in the darkness. At that moment she realizes that that same ball of brightness is shining down on him and his scarlet-lipped concubine, over their sty of satin sheets and feather pillows. They’re making love in the light beams of the swollen moon, the very same moon keeping her company on this dark, lonely night.
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