Before the first star was torn from the void, there was only the great white sheet—silent, endless, and empty. The Moon looked upon this emptiness and grew lonely. So, with silver fingers, it pressed a single, divine crease into the fabric of the night.
I have prepared it in the style of an ancient legend or a meditation script. I. The First Crease (The Birth) origani lua dao
Thus, the (Moon Blade) was born.