There is a single everlasting question, joining millenias of unanswered inquiries and thousands of millions of spanning wonders- Where does the Moon reside through the azure skies of daylight?
Does she rest among the clouds, smacking her lips to the continuous harmonious serenades of the lively planet below? Or, should she build towers of cloudy spires, so tall they should reach unto another day and fish back the constellations most wonderous?
Maybe her own intents are devious, enveloping hatred and despair among the people's resides?
Yet, no story sounds true for the becon of the night; contrary, such is more to her story.
Should the stars be pieces of herself, the waxes and wanes of her days just a disguise as she builds herself from questioning dark? Nay, is she inhabited with those not unlike our own, riddled with strange habits and tendencies? Might they sew the blankets of the night, thrown all across the universe as we know?
The true answer among the unsung ponderings of the Lady Moon herself may never be dug from the rough, thus continues the Mystery of the Moon.
