My name is Moira. Strange, hard-pronouncing Greek name, from some sort of ancient Greek stories of the Olympus Mountain, and the Gods. Mine is the Fates. Destiny and share. But in Irish it means bitter, and that’s really weird.
I was named after nobody. I chose it by myself. My official name is in another language, which hardly no one here could even understand.
I chose this name cause nearly nobody has the same name. It’s unique, it’s good. Peaceful inside. And me, quietly, sitting by myself, and dreaming about the outside world.
