At night, they played the renowned shadow show. It started with an artist who swayed their feet on a solid, creaky stage, hopping to a silvery coin called life.

Full of water streaks.

Our connection was based on the artist who got to decide the melody of our relationship. The artist cried when the moons were not aligned with one’s fortune. The bird’s caw was a sign of someone being stoned.

But you didn’t need to worry because it was all in order.

The phase always flowed and set your journey.

As if on cue, the moon awoke and ended the show. It gestured to the new moon to take its place.