Luna's Pov

It would indeed be a loud miracle if we happened to find the author before I completely lost all my memories. The Palace was huge and buzzing with people.

The chandeliers were so high on the ceiling that I almost fell backwards, trying to stare at them.

“This way.” The man said, jerking off to the left, into a long hall painted in beige with flowers hanging in vases at the top of the walls. The place smelled like hot buns baking in the oven on a fresh summer's day.

One of ...