As if in a dream, the moon showed her face from behind a veil of delicate silky blue curtain....It was about to start its biggest entrance that year, the closest she would get to humans for a long time. A queen of the night, the shy moon kept the distance for fear of hurting them with her beauty, such a ravishing beauty that it would be almost a sin to look at her.... so, she chose to show her pale face at night when only some occasional revellers would barely notice her through the madness of drunkenness. And even so, she would sometimes wear the clothes of clouds, or hide herself behind the rain, the snow and the fog. And yet, that night she came out in all her beauty, a beauty that strange and heavy with mystery that many kept looking at her in awe, wondering about her beautiful face, about what it would be like to her closer...Would it be lethal, like Icarus' flight towards the Sun brought him his death? would it be like being burnt by a sharp freezing fire of ice? Or would it be a miraculous journey into a realm so unexpected and surreal, that not even our dreams could show us such wonders?
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