The One Who Speaks with the Moon She stands alone— Yet not alone at all. The moon listens. The trees lean closer, The air holds its breath. Her feathers tremble in quiet devotion. echoing the wings of something eternal. She does not ask for light— She offers reflection. Her turquoise cloak ripples like river water under starlight, marking her as the bridge between what was and what will be. When she closes her eyes, You can almost hear it— The voice of the moon whispering: “Daughter, you are the calm that keeps the world from breaking.” 🎨Artist and narrator: Elvis Becker