The Moon Is Beautiful Isn't It Response Novels & Stories

"No, I'm happy. I was just thinking how beautiful the moon looked tonight." END OF VOLUME ONE

The smile on her face was like an awaken dawn. "Who are you?" I finally found my voice after taking time to admire her exceptional beauty. "I'm the Moon goddess."

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

“Fun part, my foot.” He pointed at the window. “Why are we sitting here like old ducks? It's a full moon night." His eyes lit up. “We should do something that's actually fun. Not this…” Bella jumped up in excitement. “Yes, a full moon is the best. Beautiful full moon, milky white rays…” She looked at me and said, “Perfect time to click pictures.” Nomad protested. “Wait. What? I didn’t mean that.” Bella ignored him completely.

“Isn’t the moon beautiful tonight?” “Very beautiful. And it’s so bright, look at all those stars.” I agreed with her, staring into the sky and appreciating the moon and the way it made the flowers look prettier than they already did. This is exactly why I like the garden, it’s so relaxing. It eased my mind, maybe it was because Rose was there with me or the calmness the moon brings. “You are very right, I wish I could spend the whole night staring at it.” She voiced out.

The dangerous beauty of the moon makes people astonished for a few seconds until they regain their senses. The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections and yet so attractive and radiantly gorgeous. The moon is an exuberant sign of romantic relationships, possibilities when we must trust our intuition and recognize that now we have an opportunity to ‘go for it!’

“Moon.” I nod my head. “Moon is beautiful as well but stars hits different for me. They are like those crystal balls in every fairy tale movies and they bring our wishes to life.” I excitedly uttered which made Damian chuckle so I look up at him. “Why? You don’t believe on shooting stars?” “Those are just made up, Laurier.” I shake my head. “It’s not. Those shining being listens more than a person in our life can.” I murmured before I fold knees and put my chin on top of it while still looking upwards. “Do you know that they are the best listeners that people failed to have?”

"H-Huh?" "You're not ugly, you are beautiful. I mean, no one is born ugly, right? It's just a state of mind." "That's an old saying already. I'm so tired of hearing that." she kidded. We just drank some wine while talking about some random things. Forgetting that Moonleigh doesn't actually drink wine because it could make her drunk easily. "Ah, it's really beautiful hereeeeee!!!" And there, I guess the wine finally kicks in.

Her resemblance to Lucille evoked an instant lull in me, as if talking to her, her presence made me feel like I am talking to her. Funny. “Moon has flaws.” She replied innocently which made me chuckle, “Well, every beauty has.” I shrugged, my tone was tone, lacking mock or amusement just tenderness- the tone I use on Lucille which never glistened her heart with my love. “Then why are they beautiful if they have scars?” She asked. I held my chin, humming. She is quite smart. I thought about her question for a few moments, trying to recollect thoughts and replied, bending to her level to match eye contact.

"What is it, exactly?" Luna's expression became thoughtful, and they seemed to be searching for the right words. "The true moon is not a physical thing," they said. "It is not something that you can touch or see with your eyes. It is something that you can only feel in your heart. It is a force that connects us all, and it is the source of all life and all creation. It is the light that shines in the darkness, and it is the hope that keeps us going even in the darkest of times. It is the thing that gives us meaning and purpose, and it is the thing that makes us who we are."