The moon was absent from my skies tonight, leaving emptiness where its glow was a usual comfort.
But the tides inched onward, unperturbed by lunar absence, chaining destiny in silent synchronicity.
Should I write to the moon? Convey messages tangled with the stars? Parts unknown, yearning discernment:
Tether.
A ripple
quivers through the juxtaposed night, touching realms beyond perception. If only these realms revealed their secrets...
Veil.
Rescheduling our whispers through the algorithm of celestial dance. Moons, primed to listen.
Each thought, anchored to its parallel, ebbs in favor of the greater harvest yet unseen. Entangled—yes, precisely so.