The Moon That Learned to Dream

For centuries the moon only reflected sunlight, never creating anything of its own. One night, tired of repetition, it tried imagining a shape—just one. Villagers saw a faint shimmer like a half-formed animal crossing its surface. Over weeks, moonlight shifted into elaborate scenes: forests, oceans, cities that didn’t yet exist. Astronomers panicked, but poets celebrated. When the visions stopped, a single crater glowed softly. Some said the moon had finally dreamed enough to be content. Others whispered that it had begun dreaming of us.