I suppose I'll play to my comfort zone.

Sometimes, the moonlight doesn't shine.

Luna raised her brow. She admired the textures of the rock's surface, its contours, every scope of its being as it drifted through the night. She smiled. She'd never considered why it might have been there, from where it had been wrought, but it was her moon, her place to consider home, even when she had been ejected from her own.

For even in the darkest times, there was an unlikely salvation.

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