High above the world, the Moon drifts through the endless sea of night. It does not speak, nor does it reach out, yet its presence is undeniable. A pale, watchful guardian, it casts its silver glow over the sleeping Earth, tracing soft highlights along mountains, rivers, and oceans.

Clouds part like curtains, revealing its cratered face, ancient and unchanging. The tides, pulled by its silent influence, rise and fall in a rhythmic dance, whispering their quiet acknowledgment. In the vast stillness of space, the Moon simply is—a steady, unspoken companion to the world below.

Stars shimmer around it, distant and indifferent, but the Moon remains close, ever present. It does not seek attention, nor does it demand recognition. It simply watches, a silent sentinel in the great expanse, its quiet glow a wordless greeting to any who happen to look up.