When Heavens Weep

Moonlight pools around my slippers as I draw aside the curtains of my room. My fingers are bathed in a silver glow and my eyes widen in wonder as stars appear and disappear in the endless veil of night. In a corner of the universe, one planet follows another in a perpetual dance; they will never touch. In another, the moon gazes longingly at the flaming sun; they too, will never touch. And so the tears of the moon splash onto my windowsill, painting the wood with a silver sheen. The countless eyes of night blink rapidly, trying to dry their own tears as their goddess continues to weep. And yet it seems, from the strange glitter drifting into view, the stars are crying too.


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