As a dreamer, I discovered a ladder to the moon. Curious as I am, I decided to climb. But I felt something stuck to my shoe. A cord was tied to my ankle, leading to my village. It was small and didn't exist on the map fifteen years ago. My village, isolated in the middle of nowhere, weighed heavily on my feet. I wanted to untie the knot, but it resisted.
In my discontent and loneliness, I sought a way to untangle it, but in vain. No one I knew wanted to help. So, I went to my mother's sewing supplies, grabbed scissors, and gradually cut the cord, freeing the knot. I kept the rope with me.
I also found a way to carry my village and culture in my pocket with care, learning a valuable lesson. I began climbing the stairs to the moon, aiming for a fresh start where no one knew me.
The moon, wise, sensed someone approaching. I tilted my head and greeted her. "I'd like to bow, but you humans are sensitive to your tides," smiled the moon in a perfect crescent.
"Let's get to the point, son. Why have you come?" the moon asked.
"I didn't understand the question," I responded confused. The moon smiled, acknowledging my confusion. "Ah, I see!" she exclaimed, more mysterious than her darker side.
"You're a dreamer, but also a natural fighter, son. A being who dreams but knows how to fight to the end. Welcome, my child. You're the only one who writes and sings to me before I sleep," she said with a smile.
"If you came to me, it's because you need something," the moon stated.
"I came because I'm tired of being down on Earth," I honestly replied. "Earth is full of wickedness, and I no longer find joy in the things thatonce made me feel so good. Your home seems much quieter and without wars. I want to hear the silence. I want to find peace."
"Are you sure, son?" the moon questioned. "My adventure in my home is much lonelier than the village you have in your pocket."
The moon pointed to my pocket. "Life isn't straightforward here. See what those pesky meteorites did to me? They robbed me of my peace and beauty. I used to be Earth's beautiful sister, but Earth envied me for being pale and flawless. The anger Earth had once turned into fire many years ago," the moon lamented.
"I understand, Moon. Thank you nonetheless," I said resignedly.
"Don't be upset, my dear. I love your visits here. I'm eternally grateful for you being the only one who reads, sings, and dances for me. Stay with me a little longer and do just that: Sing, read, and dance for me. It's almost time for me to sleep, and your calm presence soothes my fury," the moon requested.
"Fury? Why fury?" I asked, concerned.
"Oh no, don't worry. It will pass," she reassured. "Go home, rest. My resting time is approaching too. Sleep and continue to be a good writer. You'll always have a place here by my side. Maybe one day, you can become my protective shield," she suggested.
I accepted the suggestion with a smile. Reluctantly, I descended the stairs, looking around to ensure no one was coming. I decided to continue writing, penning a brief epic for poets, the mad, and of course, my friend, the Moon.
In my discontent and loneliness, I sought a way to untangle it, but in vain. No one I knew wanted to help. So, I went to my mother's sewing supplies, grabbed scissors, and gradually cut the cord, freeing the knot. I kept the rope with me.
I also found a way to carry my village and culture in my pocket with care, learning a valuable lesson. I began climbing the stairs to the moon, aiming for a fresh start where no one knew me.
The moon, wise, sensed someone approaching. I tilted my head and greeted her. "I'd like to bow, but you humans are sensitive to your tides," smiled the moon in a perfect crescent.
"Let's get to the point, son. Why have you come?" the moon asked.
"I didn't understand the question," I responded confused. The moon smiled, acknowledging my confusion. "Ah, I see!" she exclaimed, more mysterious than her darker side.
"You're a dreamer, but also a natural fighter, son. A being who dreams but knows how to fight to the end. Welcome, my child. You're the only one who writes and sings to me before I sleep," she said with a smile.
"If you came to me, it's because you need something," the moon stated.
"I came because I'm tired of being down on Earth," I honestly replied. "Earth is full of wickedness, and I no longer find joy in the things thatonce made me feel so good. Your home seems much quieter and without wars. I want to hear the silence. I want to find peace."
"Are you sure, son?" the moon questioned. "My adventure in my home is much lonelier than the village you have in your pocket."
The moon pointed to my pocket. "Life isn't straightforward here. See what those pesky meteorites did to me? They robbed me of my peace and beauty. I used to be Earth's beautiful sister, but Earth envied me for being pale and flawless. The anger Earth had once turned into fire many years ago," the moon lamented.
"I understand, Moon. Thank you nonetheless," I said resignedly.
"Don't be upset, my dear. I love your visits here. I'm eternally grateful for you being the only one who reads, sings, and dances for me. Stay with me a little longer and do just that: Sing, read, and dance for me. It's almost time for me to sleep, and your calm presence soothes my fury," the moon requested.
"Fury? Why fury?" I asked, concerned.
"Oh no, don't worry. It will pass," she reassured. "Go home, rest. My resting time is approaching too. Sleep and continue to be a good writer. You'll always have a place here by my side. Maybe one day, you can become my protective shield," she suggested.
I accepted the suggestion with a smile. Reluctantly, I descended the stairs, looking around to ensure no one was coming. I decided to continue writing, penning a brief epic for poets, the mad, and of course, my friend, the Moon.
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