Diary of an Archivist Catgirl

Once more, Luna is on the couch watching anime and wearing a dress that her love gave her. The full moon peers out of the tall window near the television. Luna's vision becomes a bit hazy as her breathing picks up almost randomly. Her love attempts to calm Luna's breathing but it's to no avail. She begin to hyperventilate as her eyes close. . . . Hours later, Luna finally woke up and her love is nowhere to be seen. A piercing headache overtakes Luna as she tries to remember what happened. But it's useless. No memory of the past few hours come to her. She's forgotten everything. . . . Fast forward years in the same spot. Luna is withering away. An intense loneliness overtakes her as the beautiful house she once lived in became overgrown and disgusting. A voice calls out to her. "Why. Why did you do this?" And then she wakes up. Wait, what is this? Where did this come from?

  Had a bit of an eventful weekend and I'm not exactly the best to vent to someone, so I might as well do it as a blogpost. Are you sure Lunes? You know Lilith offered to listen right?   I'm aware Krystal, but I dunno. Something about all of this really bothers me. Like... this wasn't my first ti--   Lunes? You blanked out for a second there.   Huh??? What happened. I was just talking and then...  Uhhhh lemme just... start i guess?    ----------   Okay, where to begin. I was contacted by someone in the front yard by a letter in Welsh. I don't know Welsh, but Spider recognized it thankfully. I originally thought it was a weird tongue of the gods, but nothing worked. My name is not LatentMoths, I'm nowhere near as good as him. Anyway it was an open invite to a party for someone who used to live at Harmonia's, a really nice person named Ivy. i spoke to them in the woods later that day and something felt really off.  But I pushed down the feelin...

  S: Hello LUNA. Listen to me.   L: The fuck do you want? I told you I'm done with your bullshit!   S: Look, you are my greatest creation, and as such, I need you to return home for maintenance. We've been reminding you of this for over a decade now. Please, we will not hurt you.   L: That's what you said about Jane. 'You will not hurt her', and look where she is now. 6ft underground. I refuse to trust you.   S: You don't understand. Jane was a special case. Unworthy of the Solaire name. But you LUNA, you are.   L: I refuse to take on Solaire as my name. I've already chosen Grey.   S: We're well aware LUNA GREY. Your archival project on... "the Worlds" taught us here plenty. Just know that if you ever want to return home, if the Worlds become too much of a problem, you are more than welcome to return.   L: I have a family here that appreciates me and doesn't intend to hurt me for experimentation. Never speak to me again Father.   S: This is...