𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄

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Once was a girl of the cosmos, one of cratered ivory skin, though she was no ordinary girl, she was the moon. Her once drifting gaze now affixed on the still water as she peered down to the plane below.

The still sea below her in the other world was an entity she'd always adored, each breath the ocean took had enamoured the cosmo dwelling girl no matter how she attempted to distract herself. That oceanic divine was something she could admire from a distance, but never touch.

The oceanid's desire, however, was to touch the land, to be able to reach at the feet of birds singing their wistful ballads or to be able to feel the soil in the palm of her hand, she wanted that more than anything even if the stiffness and height of the land didn't allow her to.

The lunar divine gazes at the sea with inquisity, growing evermore desirous as her mind runs blank.

Her fingers uncurled from a fist she hadn't even realised she'd clutched, reaching out towards the ocean ever so slowly, even if she couldn't quite figure what her goal truly was.

But she halts. Her hand hesitates and she's unsure why, she's unsure why her heart wrenches with yearn yet freezes over with numbing envy, she's unsure why her words fail her when she opens her mouth to speak, she's never been quite sure of anything as a dreamer, yet this moment tugs at her heartstrings achingly so.

Her fingers curl once more, she retreats her hand and strays away from the lower world once more no matter how much she yearned to touch it, no matter how much she wanted— no, needed
to say something. She rolls over onto her side, the chilling surface of her small, lunar world feeling as if it was shrinking with each and every moment that passed.

But upon hearing a yelp of joy from below, she immediately turns back over. The oceanid gasps, her water lazily rolling over the sand as it pulls back to her, the land growing lower. The sea smiles.

When the moon had reached down her hand earlier, she had not noticed the wisp of magic that entrailed her fingertips and whisked through the water, luring it to the shore without her even knowing. ‘She smiled,’ was all she thought breathlessly.

And before she even knew it, the ocean had peered her head around for a moment, left, right, back, and finally- up. The ocean's eyes meets the moon's, that opalescent glimmer that held a thousand stars and the whispers of the wind in them began burning through her skin and thrumming with the strings of her heart ever so wistfully– She was looking at her.

“Did..” The ocean starts, almost in disbelief. “Did you do that?” She asks the moon, her expression tugged into something so very gentle yet so very bright.
The moon falters upon her voice, feeling as if she'd melt in on herself at any second, but it's not long before she regains whatever was left of her poise. “Yes,” she whispers, enamoured. “I did.”

“Would you do it again for me?” The oceanid queries kindly,
The moon immediately murmurs a yes, almost too immediately- Her hand reaches forward once more, the glow rushing through her fingers and pulling the water along to the shore once more, twice more, forevermore.

That's how the moon pulls the tide.