Pharaohs built their pyramids pointing at the sky, to praise their sun. But they forgot that my god, the moon will pass over them, day and night…
I never told them either. I just sat quietly and prayed. For the sanity that comes in the in the moonlight, and the colours that I can see in the dark, that the sun could never shine upon.
I bowed my head upon the altars of mist conjured by my devotion, as the sky turned pink, and the photon showers began. I prayed, for what felt like the first time in my life, as the colours swirled in front of mine eyes, and the glimmering stars lost their shimmer. The moon remained. Broken, yet complete. A reminder of what I am… and a reminder of what I can be.