Hidden Moon Stream - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 Night in the fairy realm is never truly dark. The moon here does not hang in the sky; it rests at the bottom of the stream. When dusk falls, a pale blue light rises from the depths and follows the mossy banks, winding past ancient oak roots, past gentle slopes of violet-spiked flowers, and finally vanishing behind a stone archway that no one remembers anyone building. The fairies call this stream the Moonhidden Brook. They say it is the channel of the world's memory, and that everything forgotten eventually drifts here. Megurine Luka sat upon the roots of the oldest tree, a thin veil of glimmering dust resting on her bare shoulders. Her long hair was the pink of cherry blossoms, the first color to stain the edge of a cloud before dawn, and in it she wore delicate ornaments like fine ice that chimed softly whenever she moved. Behind her, a pair of wings, their veins fine as spider silk, shimmered in the moonlight with the colors of pearl and mint.