When you look at the moon, what do you imagine?
I am standing on a silver wooden bridge arching over midnight water. The moon's reflection ripples, creating soft waves. Suddenly a creature of shadows and rippling azure scales, shadows the bright face of the moon. Shadows envelope me and with the light of the stars above, I look into the face of a the beast who hid the moon for the few moments. A tremble of fear runs through me. But when I look into the beast's sapphire eyes, I know that it only wants my friendship and love.
That is what I imagine when I look at the moon. A dark fantasy. The beast is what is known as a dragon, but to me I know it simply as Nymph, or my imaginary friend.
Silvertongue.
