The Lunar Lighthouse perched on its rocky outcrop as it always did. Its beam was currently dimmed as White Coral Cookie shuffled onto the weathered deck. Three tired sailors, their faces wind-ruddy, clustered around her.

“Now, lads,” she began, adjusting her cane. “Ylu think your tales are bold? Wait till you hear of the Star’s first voyage.” Her eyes remained gently shut, as though recalling the past through a veil of moonlight.

"Oh, please, grandma." An older sailor sighed with amusement. "Don't go fooling the fresh dough with yer tall tales."

"They aren't tall tales!" White Coral Cookie retorted, joticeably irritated by the accusation.