It was as if the moon was created just for me.
A tear of ash floated down from the sky.
The permanence of the silvery flake attached itself to my cheek.
I was a lunar goddess.
My shabby clothes were replaced with a free-flowing outfit.
My hair turned white, my eyes became gray, and an aura of glistening mist surrounded my body.
I began to hover slightly, then I could no longer touch my feet to the earth.
Soon I was in the sky, walking on air, and I could control the stillness of the night.
I could feel the ebbing of every wave in the ocean.
I could hear the pulse of the earth.
With my lunar control, I silenced the air and quieted the voices of human origin.
I allowed them to listen to their thoughts and then I resumed their distractions.
But the humans would forget the sound of their voices, and they would never hear the ebbing of every wave in the ocean and the pulse of the earth.
