Watching Moon is a Story Suit that could be obtained through the Flowing Garden event and can now be obtained through the Wish Gate.
Completion Prize: A Styling Gift Box containing Faraway Moon, Forever Watchful Moon, the background Dream of Moon and Cloud, and 40 
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Wardrobe[]
Hair: Splendid Dew
Dress: Past in Dream- Coat: Night of a Hazy Moon
- Shoes: Moonlight Steps
- Hair Ornament: Lotus Moon
- Hairpin: Silver Glossy Zither
- Gloves: Moon Cicadas
- Brooch: Intoxicated in Flower
- Foreground: Moonlight Time Flow
- Makeup: Tranquil Moon
Posed
- Hair: Faraway Moon
- Dress: Forever Watchful Moon
- Shoes: Moonlight Steps
- Hair Ornament: Lotus Moon
- Hairpin: Silver Glossy Zither
- Foreground: Moonlight Time Flow
- Background: Feast of Moonlit Flowers
- Makeup: Tranquil Moon
Lore[]
Story[]
Every time when night falls, I come to the Earth.
I can enter the dreams of humans while they are deep in their sleep. Human dreams are the most direct embodiment of their hearts' desires. They can see anyone, obtain anything, and fulfill any dream they could never achieve in reality; they give humans hope even in the deepest despair. Their dreams are worlds of wild imagination, more colorful than any other place I have ever been. But within their dreams, there also the darkest abysses and the most turbulent seas; the most ferocious howling and the most despondent weeping. At first I would only visit them in their dreams, but I could feel their deepest pain from their dreams; it's as though everyone has a crying child in their heart, trapped in a dark place, with only moonlight as their companion. When I saw this, my sympathy for the children in their hearts made me begin giving them a little hope in the dreams.
The easiest way to give them hope is simply to give them what they want, almost like giving a lollipop or a doll to a child. Once, I entered a certain girl's dream, where there was a beautiful begonia tree, its petals falling down like endless snow. But the begonias in the dreams I've visited never seems to wither, and their petals never fall. The girl sat under the tree, seemingly asleep. A petal fell on her cheek, bringing out the paleness of her jade-white skin all the more. Sometimes she would vaguely stir, then open her eyes and look up to the sky. The heavens bore nothing she wanted and, frustratedly, she would say, 'Still nothing,' and resume to sleeping. She would repeat this cycle endlessly, expecting something to come. Begonia petals constantly drifted down; there is no passage of time in dreams, and the silence of it all made me feel unhappy. And so, I gave her what she wanted; when she opened her eyes again, a bluebird appeared and flew down to her.
It is not always easy to read a human's mind, and I cannot always stop a child from crying simply by giving it what it wants. In another dream I visited before, there was another little girl. She held a longsword, and sat alone on the side of a training ground in the desolate moonlight. I knew she had many people she was concerned about, so I brought their images out before her. Her father, who taught her how to wield a blade; her mother, who read books on war and strategy with her; her beloved elder brothers wearing their armor and holding their swords aloft. I thought she would be happy when she saw the people she was missing, but instead she cried, which only heightened my sympathy and protectiveness towards her. I whisked away the phantoms, leaving her alone in the yard. In the moonlight, she was making a lantern on a stone table. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was important to her. The lantern rose slowly from her hand and flew into the night sky. At one moment, when it was almost blown out by the wind, I took the light from the lantern for myself, and it continues to burn brightly.
Usually I have to come out of one person's dream if I want to enter another person's dream; sometimes I can travel between two people's dreams, as long as they are dreaming the same thing, like crossing a bridge between their minds. I once entered a very cold dream. In it was this continuous sound, like the chirping of summer cicadas, but later I found it was the sound of an organ playing. I rarely see such simple, but cold dream; in this one, there was only the delicate sound of an organ and endless flowing water. There was also a jade pendant with a green dragon pattern carved into it; it was placed atop a simple-adorned bronze casket. The casket was empty, save for a single, broken kite.
I went to the end of the dream and found a pavilion that had not yet been finished. I walked into the building; the furnishings of the building were beautiful, but there was no one here. I looked out of the window and saw two lovewoods in front of the building, the round, yellow moon framed between them.
The moon looks so close, its bright light shining on the gray tiles on the roof, making them look like a flowing lake. A butterfly flew out of nowhere and crossed the liquid moonlight, casting a distressing shadow over this chilling dream.
I wanted to seek the source of that distress, so I walked out of the pavilion, but when I did, I found that I had crossed into another person's dream. In his dream, there was also a pavilion as magnificent as the previous one, but there was no light; only empty darkness. I groped around in the dark, unable to judge distances, for there was no sound. When I nearly forgot my own existence in this place, I was suddenly surrounded by a circle of flame. Though the flames were faint, they appeared ferocious in the darkness, as if to warn me not to go further. However, they soon disappeared.
I ignored the warning, for I refused to believe that a person's dream could only be boundless darkness. I plunged into the depths of the dream; I couldn't remember how long I was down there, but just as I was about to give up, I heard the sound a piano in the darkness. The piano was melancholy, its flowing melody telling the story of a broken past. I followed the tinkling of its keys to the source, and saw a ray of light in the dark. A child was surrounded by floating dust in the light. In such a profound, almost endless dark, here was only a child.
I hugged the child; his body was cold. I didn't know what I could give him, but luckily I had brought some moonlight with me.
I don't understand why humans are so lonely and sad, so I can only give them a little unreal hope in their dreams. When they wake up from their dreams, they may be able to see the moonlight through the window, but their nights remain long, and their wounds remain in their hearts. I can change nothing, and I can have no one.
But I know that true hope has come at long last to Miraland, bringing with it the long-awaited dawn.
Item Descriptions[]
In the long night, Moon brings comfort to people's broken hearts in their dreams.
— Splendid Dew
In dreams, he drinks and travels. But when waking up, his eyes are full of tears. Life is much like a dream.
— Past in Dream
When the sun sets in the forest, the breeze blows, the bell rings and the lights in the village are lit up.
— Night of a Hazy Moon
Traveling in different dreams, Moon has seen the most beautiful moonlight and the darkest abyss.
— Moonlight Steps
Moonlight gently comforts the hurt minds in the quiet night, calling for the arrival of Wind Whisper.
— Moonlight Time Flow
Moonlight melts the ice on the snowfield and Moon wakes up everything from sleep.
— Lotus Moon
Moonlight lights up travelers' journey, wanderers' miss and poet's dream.
— Silver Glossy Zither
The poet got drunk in the mid-lake pavilion. Murmuring a line unfinished, he fell asleep and dropped the cup.
— Intoxicated in Flower
In the poet's dream, there is the joy of success, the wedding with his bride, and also kid's crying.
— Moon Cicadas
All the stories will end, but in Moon's eyes, there is a new moon protecting the newborn dreams.
— Tranquil Moon
Moon is in charge of dreams, the symbol of hope. When snow ends everything, Moonlight will bring new stories.
— Faraway Moon
Moonlight is the tireless watcher in the quiet night. When all noises went out, it's hope growing.
— Forever Watchful Moon
Interpretation[]
Coming soon...
Etymology[]
Name by Server[]
 Version
|
Name (Romanized) | Translation |
|---|---|---|
 International (English)
|
Watching Moon | N/A |
 International (French)
|
Lune Regardant | Moon Watching |
 China
|
永望之月 (yǒng wàng zhī yuè) | Moon of Eternal Hope |
   Taiwan/Hong Kong/Macau |
永望之月 (yǒng wàng zhī yuè) | Moon of Eternal Hope |
 Japan
|
永望の月 (ei mochi no tsuki) | Moon of Eternal Hope |
 South Korea
|
희망의 달 (huimang-ui dal) | Moon of Hope |
 Vietnam
|
Trăng Vĩnh Hằng | Eternal Moon |
 Indonesia
|
Harapan Rembulan | Hope Moon |
 Thailand
|
พระจันทร์นิรันดร์ (phracạnthr̒ ni rạn dr̒) | Eternal Moon |
 Southeast Asia (English)
|
Eternal Hope | N/A |
