In the quiet murmur of the cosmos, where stars flicker like forgotten tales, the moons sit, solitary yet bound. Each a keeper of mysteries, swirling in silence. Do they ponder the ephemeral dreams of those beneath their glow? Or are they mere reflections of light and shadow, unaware of the whispers caught in their dust?

"Luna's tale," said the old poet to the wind,
"lies in the ebb and flow of time's embrace... whisper of tides, echo of the void."

Consider the moons: silent witnesses to the dance of planets, their rotation a gentle reminder of cycles unbroken. As eyes in the night sky, they watch over us, reflecting the sun's distant warmth. In their stillness lies a language richer than words, a testament to the beauty of being, simply being... lost in the orbit of another's gaze.