Legacy Of A Luna

She stepped into the moon forest. Emilia could feel her heart thudding in her chest, and her breathing became shallow. Other than the rustling of leaves in the wind and the cries of some nocturnal animals, the surroundings were very quiet. The leaves had grown thick, the bright moonlight was now silvered, and moths of the malformed shapes appeared to crawl up the trunks of the trees and across the ground. The journal of her late grandmother lay firmly nestled in her arms, with her swollen fingers feeling the rough texture of the skin at the back of the manuscript.