Writers often invoke “moonlight” as a color to evoke a delicate, ethereal quality that transforms the ordinary into something quietly otherworldly. In some texts it functions almost as a literal hue—a soft, pale, silvery cream that lends an otherworldly glow to its subject. For instance, one author describes a character’s clothes as looking “like moonlight” to suggest a fragile, luminescent beauty [1], while another work defines Moonlight explicitly as a pale cream shade, nearly white with subtle hints of wine-colored accents [2]. In a similar vein, another narrative uses moonlight to render a figure ghostly—a muted pastel transformation that underscores the transient, shifting nature of light [3]. Through such descriptions, “moonlight” becomes much more than ambient illumination; it stands as a poetic color that imbues scenes with mystery, calm, and a touch of magic.