Spirit of the Moon
With its eternal, cyclical presence, the moon had provided perennial inspiration for countless tales and stories, especially when full and shining brightly over a darkened world. But it is also at these times when this constant companion is most fickle and parsimonious. It hangs in the sky, luminescent yet unreachable, close yet impenetrable. In full view, but mysterious. Enigmatic. Mocking. The moon provides no story, no inspiration, and no excuses. It just hovers as an inescapable reminder that one is stuck to the ground, full of dreams but with no means of transport. Haunting and looming. And then, night by night, the moon is no more. Just a specter and a memory and a promise of an illustrious return. But where are the stories? Will they, too, arise? At last?
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