In a hidden Forest where moonlight made the flowers glow, there lived quite a witch named Elisa. She had silver hair like stardust and her eyes held the calm of distant skies.

Elisa lived alone in a cozy wooden cottage, surrounded by glowing moon flowers.

That only bloomed under the full moon. Her only companion a way wise, talking owl, named Nile,

who often warning her, “don't let your heart wander, child. Love brings more danger than magic ever will”.

Elisa didn't mind her solitude. She brewed healing potions for forest creatures and whispered songs to the stars. She had never known love—only read of it in dusty old books.

One evening, under the silver light of a full moon, Elisa heard a strange rustling in her flower garden. There, lying among the glowing blooms, was an injured young man. His clothes were torn, his breathing shallow, and in his hand was a glowing stone etched with ancient runes.

His eyes, deep blue like twilight skies and dark black hair.

Open his eyes slowly. “Elisa”, he whispered, though they'd never met.

Startled, she brought him inside and used her magic to heal his wounds. She asked him his name, but he didn't know. All he remembered was her name, as if it was carved into his soul.

As the days passed, strange things began to happen. The moon flowers bloomed brighter to shimmer above them like curious guardians, and Elisa's magic—always gentle—became dazzling in her heart. Something warm, unfamiliar... hopeful.

Nola watched with worried eyes. “He is not of this world”, the owl wanted. “You must be careful”.

One night, under a sky painted with constellations, Karl remembered everything. He was a guardian from the moon realm, a world between dreams and stars. He had been cursed and banished to earth by a jealous sorcerer. The curse had sealed his memories and bound him to silence—until Elisa’s magic touched him.

But there was a price.

To fully break the curse, Elisa had to give up her greatest gift —her magic. Without it, she could no longer protect the forest or heal the creatures she loved.

Tears welled in her eyes. “If I let go of my magic... I lose everything I'm”.

Karl took her hand gently. “You are more than magic, Elisa. You are heart, light, and courage”.

She closed her eyes. And with a deep breath, she kissed his hand and whispered, “I don't need magic to love you.”

A brilliant light burst from the moon flowers. The curse shattered like glass in the wind. Karl's true from returned, radiant and real—and so did Elisa’s magic, twice as powerful, now forever bound to love, not fear.

From that night on, the moon flowers whispered their names to the stars. And when the wind blew through the trees, it sang their story —the tale of a quiet witch, a fallen guardian, and the magic of a heart brave enough to love.

like this their life going very well and beautiful

In a quiet mountain town hidden by mists and pine trees, there lived a girl named Lyra. She had a brown hair and blue.

She worked in a small bakery, kneading dough every morning, her fingers often dusted in flour, her apron stained with sweetness. But after sunset, Lyra became someone else— someone full of wonder.

Each night, under the moon’s soft light, she wandered to a cleaning near the riverbank where fireflies danced, there, she played a glowing glass violin she had discovered in the heart of the forest when she was just seven, no one else knew about it—not even her patents. The violin shimmered with a gentle silver glow and sang songs that made the wind sigh and stars lean closer.

Her music had magic. Flowers bloomed out of season, animals gathered silently, and once, it was said, a baby who had stopped breathing began to laugh again nearby.

One night, as she played a gentle melody a strange sound echoed behind her—footsteps, careful and slow. Turning cautiously, she saw a tall boy with raven–black hair and eyes like golden lanterns in the dark.

“I'm sorry,” he said, his voice soft, “but I've been hearing your song for nights. It called me. ”

His name was ashen. He said he was a prince—but not from her world. He was from a real. Of twilight, a place caught between night flowed like rivers and time bent like branches in the wind.

Lyra didn't laugh or doubt him. She simply said, “then maybe you're the kind of dream that doesn't fade. ”

Every night after that, ashen returned. They would sit by river, talking of music, stars, and the things they feared. Lyra learned that ashen was caused –he could only walk in the human world during moonlight. When the moon disappeared, so would he.

Unless... the violin’s magic was used to bind this soul to hers.

But there was a cost.

The violin would vanish forever, and with it, the music that healed others, the magic that made her heart fly.

One evening, as the moon hung low and dim, ashen looked at her with sorrow. “Don't lose your gift for me. I'd rather vanish than take your music away. ”

Tears filled Lyra's eyes. “My music was always lonely,” she whispered, “until you came. ”

She raised the violin and played one final song. The melody was full of warmth and longing, each note glowing brighter than the last. As the last string sang its final note, the violin burst into silver light, wrapping around Ashe's form.

The next moment, he stood there–not as a fading prince, but as a real boy. His hand reached for hers, warm and solid.

They stayed together, baking bread by day and watching stars by night. And though the enchanted violin was gone, a new kind of magic lived in their hearts–a love born from music, sealed by sacrifice.

they live there life happily 🥰🫶🏻