Lala had always been a curious soul, but nothing in her life prepared her for what happened that night. The air was crisp, and the gentle rustle of leaves whispered secrets only the wind could understand. She was on the balcony, sipping her warm tea, when she noticed something unusual about the moon.
It was larger than she had ever seen, its silver light pouring over the earth like a luminous waterfall. But that wasn’t the strange part. The moon seemed to shimmer — not like ripples on water, but as though it were breathing, pulsing softly in the night sky.
Her heart quickened. She rubbed her eyes, thinking it might be fatigue or a trick of light. Yet when she looked again, the phenomenon remained — the moon’s glow subtly shifting between silver, gold, and the faintest blush of pink. The surrounding stars appeared to fade, as if bowing in reverence to this celestial display.
“Mom! Come see this!” she called, her voice shaking with awe. But by the time her mother reached the balcony, the colors had softened, almost hiding their earlier brilliance.
Lala grabbed her phone to record it, but strangely, the screen showed only a normal moon. Frustrated yet fascinated, she realized that maybe this was meant to be witnessed, not captured.
Minutes passed, and a gentle hum — deep, resonant, and oddly soothing — filled the air. She could feel it in her chest, as though the moon’s energy had bridged the gap between earth and sky. Her eyes widened, the moment etching itself into her memory forever.
Then, as quietly as it began, the moon returned to its familiar glow. The hum faded. The stars reclaimed their places. Everything looked ordinary again, but Lala knew she had experienced something extraordinary.
She stood there long after, her tea now cold, wondering what the universe had just whispered to her. For the first time, she felt as if she were part of something far greater than herself — a silent, shimmering secret between her and the moon.
