The moon is always changing. But it wasn’t always so. There was a time when
the moon stayed full, frozen, and changeless, a precious stone
set into the darkness. But nothing stays
the same forever. Bird arrived in a strange place, a broken place full of
fragments and shards, lost. Singing felt good somehow. With each star realigned, the path became clearer. Each note filled Bird with hope. Branches
stretched their fingers. Leaves unfurled in the sunlight. Memories, like plants,
began to awaken and grow. And just like that,
a new moon was born.