One day in the dead of night a woman named Luna would walk out onto a porch after a sleepless night. Not a single sound around her but the gentle breeze rooming the area. The stars were hidden by a wall of clouds and the night’s dark shadow. A ball of light still glowed through the night and radiated across the land giving a small hue of light in the porch. Luna being the only person outside during the twilight hour of the snow moon she would see a figure in the distance. The figure was as pale as the snow yet as energetic as the waves during a storm. Every movement is a push or pull, an ebb and flow. The figure would slowly reach Luna on the porch where she sat. The figure would slowly speak in a tone as soft as a cat’s fur and says, “Hello, I’m Maní, who are you?” Luna surprised by the question would take a moment to gather herself and would say, “I am Luna.” In a timid tone out of nervousness. As Maní would continue its patterns in its movement it would say, “What is keeping the sandman away?” Luna still skeptical of Maní would answer, “I don’t know. I just can’t sleep.” As the night continued so did their conversation. Talking about anything and everything with a range of topics like day to day life and what they want their futures to be like. Eventually the sun would rise and Maní would disappear. Luna not sure why he disappeared she would assume Maní had to go back to his house. @evil-dower This is what I have for now. I will add more later
One day in the dead of night a woman named Luna would walk out onto a porch after a sleepless night. Not a single sound around her but the gentle breeze rooming the area. The stars were hidden by a wall of clouds and the night’s dark shadow. A ball of light still glowed through the night and radiated across the land giving a small hue of light in the porch. Luna being the only person outside during the twilight hour of the snow moon she would see a figure in the distance. The figure was as pale as the snow yet as energetic as the waves during a storm. Every movement is a push or pull, an ebb and flow. The figure would slowly reach Luna on the porch where she sat. The figure would slowly speak in a tone as soft as a cat’s fur and says, “Hello, I’m Maní, who are you?” Luna surprised by the question would take a moment to gather herself and would say, “I am Luna.” In a timid tone out of nervousness. As Maní would continue its patterns in its movement it would say, “What is keeping the sandman away?” Luna still skeptical of Maní would answer, “I don’t know. I just can’t sleep.” As the night continued so did their conversation. Talking about anything and everything with a range of topics like day to day life and what they want their futures to be like. Eventually the sun would rise and Maní would disappear. Luna not sure why he disappeared she would assume Maní had to go back to his house. This is what I have for now. I will add more later
One day in the dead of night a woman named Luna would walk out onto a porch after a sleepless night. Not a single sound around her but the gentle breeze rooming the area. The stars were hidden by a wall of clouds and the night’s dark shadow. A ball of light still glowed through the night and radiated across the land giving a small hue of light in the porch. Luna being the only person outside during the twilight hour of the snow moon she would see a figure in the distance. The figure was as pale as the snow yet as energetic as the waves during a storm. Every movement is a push or pull, an ebb and flow. The figure would slowly reach Luna on the porch where she sat. The figure would slowly speak in a tone as soft as a cat’s fur and says, “Hello, I’m Maní, who are you?” Luna surprised by the question would take a moment to gather herself and would say, “I am Luna.” In a timid tone out of nervousness. As Maní would continue its patterns in its movement it would say, “What is keeping the sandman away?” Luna still skeptical of Maní would answer, “I don’t know. I just can’t sleep.” As the night continued so did their conversation. Talking about anything and everything with a range of topics like day to day life and what they want their futures to be like. Eventually the sun would rise and Maní would disappear. Luna not sure why he disappeared she would assume Maní had to go back to his house.
@evil-dower
This is what I have for now. I will add more later
Nice video. Also any topics for a short story that you want me to write about?
thanks ;-; idk i don’t have any rn ;-;
@ no problem. I think I have an idea so I’ll write it out later then post it in a new comment
you should write a story about a woman who falls in love with the moon
@ okay. I’ll try my best and see if it turns out good. Come back some point later and check for comments in a new comment for the story
@@evil-doer I posted the part of the story I have so far in a new comment
could you do the remix but without the pauses ? the pauses a soooo cursed when used to the music
pauses? 😭
@@digitbraul_music sorry my french came out, but like at 0:07 or 0:10 , it's like "blank" because some note from the original are missing
I moved the notes around so that it’s in 5/4 maybe that’s why ;^;
Aaaaaaaah you ruined it! Is nothing sacred to you??
😭😭😭😭
One day in the dead of night a woman named Luna would walk out onto a porch after a sleepless night. Not a single sound around her but the gentle breeze rooming the area. The stars were hidden by a wall of clouds and the night’s dark shadow. A ball of light still glowed through the night and radiated across the land giving a small hue of light in the porch. Luna being the only person outside during the twilight hour of the snow moon she would see a figure in the distance. The figure was as pale as the snow yet as energetic as the waves during a storm. Every movement is a push or pull, an ebb and flow. The figure would slowly reach Luna on the porch where she sat. The figure would slowly speak in a tone as soft as a cat’s fur and says, “Hello, I’m Maní, who are you?” Luna surprised by the question would take a moment to gather herself and would say, “I am Luna.” In a timid tone out of nervousness. As Maní would continue its patterns in its movement it would say, “What is keeping the sandman away?” Luna still skeptical of Maní would answer, “I don’t know. I just can’t sleep.” As the night continued so did their conversation. Talking about anything and everything with a range of topics like day to day life and what they want their futures to be like. Eventually the sun would rise and Maní would disappear. Luna not sure why he disappeared she would assume Maní had to go back to his house.
This is what I have for now. I will add more later
@evil-doer