Mesmerizing, mysterious, and magnificent, it hovered upon the horizon, momentarily moored before ascending into the vault of heaven.
What imagery and memories come to mind when such a resplendent sphere is witnessed; its surface, mottled yet, reflects the brilliance of the sun upon our own spinning blue and darkled orb.
Its radiant glow casts shadows long and silent upon frigid grounds, a presence captivating amidst Cimmerian skies.
Held spellbound, it rises slowly, brightening the firmament and allowing all who gaze at its majestic hold in the heavens a chance to pause…to glimpse the sheer and wondrous primordial hint of existence.
The Moon, within its Eternal allure, fails not to speak to a singular Soul.
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