Once, long ago, the Moon grew tired of hearing about the Sun.

“Oh, the Sun is so bright!”
“The Sun gives us light and life!”
“The Sun makes the flowers grow!”

The Moon scowled. “I shine too,” she muttered. “I deserve the same praise.”

So one night, she made a decision.

She turned her face away from the Sun.

At first, she felt bold. Independent. Free. But something was wrong. The sky around her grew darker. The oceans no longer danced to her rhythm. Children stopped looking up. Poets wrote about missing her.

Confused and dim, she drifted alone.

Then, slowly, she turned her face back. And as she did, the light returned—not her own, but something greater reflected through her.

The stars applauded. The tides rose to meet her. And once again, the world watched in wonder.

“I shine,” she whispered, “because I face the light.”