When the Moon Forgot to Shine

Previously

…“The night needs your gentle song, Moon,” I urged, my voice gaining a determined cadence. “The world misses your loving gaze. You are not just a light, you are a promise, a constant, beautiful presence. And you are loved, Moon. So very loved.” As I spoke, I felt my own light intensifying, a reflection of the passion in my voice, the desperate hope in my heart. I watched, my tiny celestial eyes fixed upon her, as a faint flicker, almost imperceptible at first, began to stir within her ethereal form. It was like a tiny spark catching in dry tinder, a nascent ember glowing in the darkness. The flicker grew, tentative and shy, like a shy bloom opening its petals to the dawn. It was a soft,