June 12, 2023
The moon cracked open its old shell tonight, revealing whispers long buried beneath dust and stars. The silence sings, they say, but only to those who dare listen with hearts unshackled. I stood alone under a sky of forgotten dreams, the lunar breeze a forgotten song in my ears.
August 22, 2023
Today, the craters danced with shadows, each a forgotten giant woken from slumber. I met an old man, or perhaps just an echo, who spoke of lunar rivers and skies painted with the breath of ancient stars. He laughed, calling it a lunatic's paradise, where each night spills tales older than time itself.
October 5, 2023
In the heart of the lunar wilderness, the gravestones of old dreams lay scattered like breadcrumbs. A child? Or perhaps just another mirage, danced under the ghostly light, giggling at her own shadow. We shared a breath, a moment untouched by clocks or kin, before she vanished into the lunar mist.