Welcome to a realm where the moon whispers tales of forgotten truths.
How many faces does the night have, you ponder?
Each phase a stanza of an epic poem etched in silver on the cosmos’ canvas.
Can we ever understand the rhythm of shadows dancing on a celestial sphere?
"No," says the waning gibbous, "for understanding is an illusion."
Look up, they say, and let the unsung songs of stardust fill your soul
with questions unanswered, truths denied, and a universe
that sings in silent symphonies.
From crescent to full and back again, we are but echoes in an eternal moonlit dance.