In the velvet expanse of the eternal night, I linger above, a silent sentinel draped in silver. My long, flowing hair, as white as the light I cast, drifts across the universe, and my eyes, pale and watchful, gaze endlessly upon the slumbering Earth below. They call me the Moon, yet I am nothing but the woman who sits on it. I protect it and allow its gentle pull to the earth,  letting the world beneath thrive. For decades I watched over the planet through the pains of its evolution and turnings of human nature. Such cruelty disgusted me but I ignored it, trusting The Father above in his plans.

I was glad that the humans had started becoming civilised, there was a disconnect for so long I ignored many different groups and clans that were formed as their greed for power and hunger to control caused them to kill off many of the more docile beings. It was recent when my eyes lay over a family, the Aylins they called themselves. They were a strongly maternal clan running on a matriarchal system that varied from most of the clans I had ignored in the past. The Aylins were awake in the dead of night, I often wondered how they could see well considering my light never shined too close to the areas they wandered about. My intrigue in them started small, with their kind songs that filled the empty night to their loving gestures to one another.

Tonight was a night similar to the others, they were up, the young ones asleep and the older ones sitting in a circle over a strong fire. My eyes drew to the flames as they always did, a strong and persistent ache leaving me slightly breathless, they reminded me of him.

The thought was distant and quickly rushed away with my ignorance to the feelings, I was busy with my intrigue in these humans to think about anything else.

“Mother Clara, a child will be born soon, do you have plans to move again” a strong male voice asked the Aylin elder; I peered down curiously, a child?

The feelings of discontent ran as the excitement of a child pushed in, I had for centuries wanted to catch the birth of a child. In the previous moments, I had always ignored the birth of children because they always brought sadness. There were many clans that left sickly babies to die or would throw them away if there were not many resources, it had always left a sour taste in my mouth which I also ignored.

If the humans hated their own, I wasn’t going to bother myself with their twisted hatred and desperate desire for strength in their clans. The Aylins were of course very different, I wondered if it were the matriarchal ties that allowed them to tend for their sickly with love or the maternal instinct that made them strengthen weak children; regardless their compassion filled me with joy. It aided me in my ignorance of him, I could watch over them and live through their love without the wonder of what he was doing.

Clara the dark eyed woman smiled, her wrinkles prominent and soft; “Child we shall stay here, the moon has especially given us such strong light in this darkness, it would be foolish to leave our station”

The moon?

I tilted my head in confusion before the realisation hit like a heavy force of water, I gasped sitting back into my position. I had leaned too far forward to listen in, my pale eyes searched the expanse of the earth delicately staring at the corners to see if the tides were still calm and whether I had ruined anything.

A laugh.

A deep hearty laugh filled the expanse of the dead space, its warm tone filling me and all the gaps of my forced ignorance. The corners of my control frayed as the voice faded away into the night as if it were a ghost of my imagination.

He’s watching.

From the day I was placed in the sky to this very moment, he was just an idea. An existence that I knew of, heard of, and felt. His warmth carried light and comfort; I remember the feelings of it as I moved from one side of the earth to the other.

The sun.

My mind turned blank, the humans becoming a distant thought.

He’s watching.

I had always assumed the sun rested when I stood between the earth and its light, my conscious mind felt alive, my blindness to his existence tattering like a blind man receiving sight for the first time. I move my fingers across the expanse of my long pale strands of hair, my white cloths shifting to accommodate my bare body.

He’s watching, or maybe he’s gone now.

I frowned, swallowing the thick lump of anxiety, it wasn’t normal to feel these things. Maybe my loneliness had driven me crazy. I imagined it, that’s the most logical reasoning for the sound.

The sun didn’t have time to watch over me, he had many different planets to tend to; he must have been watching someone else. Afterall he was a large entity.

The expanse felt cold, the dead night an empty void. I wasn’t interested in humans anymore, at least for the rest of the evening.

I was frantic in my attempts to fill my mind with thoughts that weren’t him.

All I knew of the sun was an imagined being, I wasn’t even sure of what I heard. My heart pounded an ache filling the gaps of my lungs with a thick fog, how could I breathe? I was pathetic in my want for him. I had been for ages.

I slowly grew curious every time the night grew to an end, the feeling of his warmth grew closer every day without fail at the same time. I would know he was close, never too close that he burnt me but never too far that he was a distant thought. I never turned to see him take his place over earth, I never saw him.

So why was I so desperate?

Why now had my longing become so forceful?

I hadn’t noticed, or maybe I really did ignore it. The constant echo inside my chest, a persistent whisper that is never quiet. It’s as if there’s a part of me perpetually reaching out, straining toward something just beyond my grasp. Each day, this yearning tugs at me, threading through my thoughts and colouring my emotions. It’s more than just missing something; it’s feeling the absence of something essential to my happiness, as integral as air. Sometimes, it’s for the humans on earth, the stars when they disappear, the clearing clouds, the lulling whispers of the tides as they sink and arise. I could never seem to let go of the intense sense of incompleteness, a puzzle missing a piece. I carried this feeling around like a silent companion, maybe that is why I felt as though I needed the sun. I had given reason to my longing; I had found somewhere to direct my desires.

It wasn’t him.

It was just my thirst for something more, not him.

As my time began to draw to an end, I felt my mind grow quiet, the resolute thoughts becoming tender as they silenced.

There he was.

I could feel him in his warmth, I was slow moving wanting to prolong my departure, even for a second longer. The touch of his growing heat, a subtle nudge, I could see the shadows of the earth lift the more I moved. His brilliant light, a tapestry of gold and bright orange, the soft cooing of the earth awakening to his call.

I followed the path to the other side of the earth, where I could rest. There was nothing interesting for me to watch. I could sleep on the other side peacefully.

I could.

If only I could.

The deep rumblings of a voice short circuited the existence of any rationale I held onto.

I clung despairingly to my logical thoughts.

I grasped at the strands of my mind.

“Till tomorrow, Mahina”

He knew my name.

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