The luna’s misery
From the north, the silver light spread like a veil, casting long, trembling shadows across the kitchen floor.
For a moment, it didn’t feel like light at all. It felt like a gaze. A smile.
Maybe the moon really was happy about tonight. Its glow was bright enough to turn sorrow into joy, bright enough to promise everlasting happiness. For the past two months, the moon had been only a half-shadow. But tonight it was full again. Full and perfect.
In the book I once read, the old one hidden at the bottom of the library shelf.it said that when the moon was full and sharp, the Moon Goddess herself was pleased. It meant she was watching closely, preparing to bless or judge what was about to happen.
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