Hortus Arcanus planēta

ACT 2

Moonlight

But somehow, I felt a small sense of relief.

Ella always wore a troubled smile. She felt almost inhuman—always by my side, and yet somehow alone, as if she existed just out of reach. There was something fragile about her, something that made it seem like she could disappear at any moment. And so, in that moment, I felt as though I had finally heard the true feelings of El—of the girl within her.

In that tattered attic, in her worn and broken state, El gazed silently at the moon visible through the small window and murmured:

“And you know… the only reason I’m allowed to exist is because of the midnight bell. It’s almost like a curse of midnight. I wonder when this curse will ever be broken.”

The moon El was looking at was full—so full that it seemed to conceal her loneliness. Its light alone slipped through the tiny window.

To me, it felt like a quiet irony—as if the moon, lacking nothing, stood in contrast to her emptiness.

And I said nothing.

I simply kept watching her back.