This will be based off the song above.

Luna paced back and forth, nervously running her fingers through her long platinum blonde hair as her breathing hitched from fear. She had been hearing things. Seeing things. She stayed up late hours of the night, unable to tell how long she was awake for. People called her crazy. Said that she was losing her mind. Said she was becoming insane. For a spilt second, she saw everything in a grey scale before everything rushed back to its normal colors. She immediately stopped pacing then walked to the garage beside her house. She looked through several drawers and cabinets before grabbing a small box of matches and a can of gasoline. She put the matches in her pocket then walked back to her house, carrying the can of gasoline. She made a trail of gasoline inside the house that lead outside. After she did that, she stood outside and faced her house, her light blue eyes glinting with sorrow and madness. She grabbed the matches out of her pocket then got one out of the box, before striking it against the red sandpaper on the side of the box. She looked at the little orangish flame on the dull beige match then flicked the match onto the trail of gasoline, causing the trail to ignite and instantly catch her beloved house on fire. She looked up at her once childhood house as her vision flickered to a grey scale once again, staying those colors. She then turned and walked around from the burning building as her image glitched. No one knew about her place burning down since she lived far away from city limits and she was antisocial. Though, she had very few friends that received one last text from her before her disappearance. That one text was glitched slightly but read; 'ႽႩႶiႠჄ ტႶlჄ lႩႽႠႽ fტR Ⴉ ႽႬტRႠ Ⴀiოპ. ႽტტႶპR ტR lႩႠპR, wპ Ⴉll will Ⴊპ iႶႽႩႶპ ႩႶმ ႠႬiႽ wტRlმ will Ⴊპ ოႩმႶპႽႽ.'