Shattered Moonlight

Beneath the flickering stars, the moon splinters into oblivion.
Each fragment a lost thought, each beam a sarcastic grin cast upon the slumbering Earth.
Imagine walking on this celestial glass, dancing with the phantoms of irony.

Do you hear it? The echoes of moonlit laughter, mocking the silent rebellions of time?
They say the moon weeps for us, but I suspect it's just a cosmic performance art in a theatre untold.
A stage where mortality acts as the absurd hero.

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Pick up the shards, dear wanderer. Wear them like medals of existential victory.
For to tread upon this broken light is to embrace the fleeting whispers of what could have been.
Or perhaps, what should never be at all.

And as dawn approaches, the glass melts, slips away, leaving behind only traces of satirical glow.