We look up to Her. She’s beautiful in a way that hurts to look at- raw, unforgiving, sacred. The Moon didn't ask for worship. She demanded surrender, and we were about to defy her.
Her light is so strong that we almost faint from the power glowing down on us. We bend our head when the wind around us feels alive.
I hadn’t come to the Moon on a whim. I came because of my father’s lessons. Wise words etched so deeply into my bones they might as well have been a second heart beating there.
"Never ask for anything without first giving thanks," he told me over and over again, his voice rough with the weight of it. "And if you must ask... ask humbly. Gratefully. The Moon gives, but She also takes away."
I hadn’t forgotten. Not then. Not now. So, before I dared to ask for Daisy, before I e
