Each time I look upon the moon, under the veil of night and its layers of dark clouds, it never fails to transport my mind to that serenity, high up in the misty skies.
What was it that the old one once told me about the glorious night light?
“It is but a mute reminder to our real abode, within the stars, where the slumbering below is the awoken above“
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