Looking above the dark horizon, filled with stardust. You're the gleaming waxing gibbous and I'm the barely silver crescent. Together, we are full moon, ruling the luminiscence of our tale. Earthly chains can't let us fall apart but our genuine hearts can connect us back. We live. We die. We spawn. The Cresent shower us luminosity through life and death. The faith. The hope. Our feelings will surpass it all. How can we rewrite the fate or forget the written stars?