PROLOUGE...

Full moon lit the fields and trees and the distant hills. The sprawl of the Westwood seems calmer tonight. It was stunningly beautiful. Rough and lifeless but beautiful. A night like this can make your soul ready for adventure. Hungry for something new in the outside world. No backing out; no room to turn around.

The shed or bunkhouse was lit with light as the full moon shone from high above. Over the mangrove, a house of thousand fireflies, with golden yellow lights lit alongside the moonlight The view looks magnificent.

Down by the wood bridge across the mangrove, she folded her arms and breathed deeply. Another night comes; another night awaits. She'll be stuck in Westwood. There's no life here. Just full of villagers who work their limbs night and day around the forest and seas.

Days pass, weeks come, months change, and years just add up. writing another story for every single life. Wonder, when will the sun shine again!

"Shine!" she muttered through the nights. Walk along the wooden bridge towards the shed.

The villagers laugh, chugging their drinks over the campfire and exchanging stories. Even if the moon split in half and the star crumbled, falling like fireworks into the sea, the curse will always stay here in Westwood.