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[hardlovechild]

A flower blooms; its petals pink and fragile finally begin to open themselves to the world. They, unlike the other flowers, pay their homage to the moon. They are painstakingly slow, but the end result is the cause for the joy of the man in the moon. He smiles upon them, happy that they have once again willingly opened themselves to him, and trust him to take care of them. They are ever so careful, they move seperately, and yet they somehow move as one unit, sighing and breathing together to work their magic. The night is a magical time, one that fills even the most hopeless person with a tiny pinprick of hope. The stars that shine so brightly give lovers cause for joy, but the ones which struggle to keep their light shining are the ones which can inspire. And even when they die, they emit a radiance which can dazzle the severely depressed. They shine for decades, centuries, millenia. They are the children of the moon, and do not believe the astronomers who try to lead you astray. The moon is an inspiration for a star, a steady reflector and mediator of the light from the sun, which can damage the fragile cores of our eyes. Stars stay far away so they may not harm as the sun does, and so they may be viewed and wished upon by all humans, animals and earthly beings who feel the need.

Lovers are most familiar with the night sky. They can spend their lives wondering at its beauty and thanking the stars for bringing them together. They worship the moon, for lighting their bed just enough to find their forms more beautiful than they could otherwise have ever thought. They love the dark for providing them with the shelter to be together alone. They praise the peaceful calm which only the night can provide to overtake them after the storm of their love.