A Lunar Infatuation (event)
Lately, I've found myself completely unable to focus, and I feel a pull upon my very soul, though I know not why. Somehow or other, I always manage to find myself gazing at Aervalr. I am unable to even attend to matters of the realm, for Aervalr always calls me, and I cannot resist its allure. When I slumber, Aervlar is all there is, all that matters, all that will ever be. Those around me say that my obsession with Aervalr has consumed me, that it is unbecoming of one such as I to act in such a way. They are mistaken, they are blind, they cannot see that which I see. If only I could reach out and grasp it!
"So close, yet so far."