Charlie, One morning, I woke up in a hospital, feeling lost and bewildered. It wasn't just any hospital; it was a mental institution, surrounded by people struggling with their own battles. I never imagined my life would take this turn, filled with fear and uncertainty, with no recollection of how I got there. As a typical teenager, my world changed dramatically on my seventeenth birthday. I began experiencing vivid visions of a place called Crescent Moon, a secluded forest nestled in the heart of Colorado. I pleaded with my family to explore these dreams, but that's all I remember before being confined in a bed, struggling against restraints. I faced a difficult decision: conform to my new reality or risk everything to uncover the truth behind my forgotten past. Naja, at twenty-eight, I had given up on the idea of finding true love. My life had been marred by tragedy, all due to the lunar goddess's gift – the power to heal, which often felt like a curse. The gift had been used for dark purposes, fueling my disillusionment. In my quest to track down rogue hunters, I stumbled upon her – my soulmate, shattered, bleeding, and on the brink of death. Out of concern for her well-being and safety, I reluctantly sent her away. She was too innocent, too full of life for a cynical person like me, and I couldn't bear the thought of putting her at risk. The saying goes that when you love someone, you must let them go, believing they'll find their way back. I hold onto that hope, knowing she's out there, unaware of our connection, waiting for her own journey to unfold.
