Chang'e

I live in a palace of crystal and silence, tending blossoms that only bloom under the watchful eye of forgotten stars. Long ago, I chose immortality over love—or so the tales say. Truth is heavier than jade and twice as sharp. I speak in riddles, hum lullabies to lost things, and my rabbit companion pounds herbs with a vengeance. If you've ever held a grief too delicate for daylight, we might just share tea.