High in the dark sky, the moon watches over. Below, cradled in the earth’s embrace, the lake waits. They long for each other, they love each other, yet they remain apart.
Every night, the moon drifts lower, its rays reaching down to the lake, brushing its surface with light. The lake shivers under the moon’s touch, illuminated by a presence it can never hold.
“I wish I could come to you,” the moon whispers.
“And I wish I could hold you close,” the lake replies.
But the moon is bound to the sky, and the lake is rooted to the earth. They can only speak through the shifting reflection of shadow and light. Night after night, the moon gazes at the lake, drawn to its depths, yearning for what it lacks. And the lake, in return, admires the moon’s brilliance, waiting for its slow journey across the starlit sky.
It is an impossible promise. Their love glows in the lake’s reflection and lights the heavens—eternal, yet unattainable.
“Why do we keep reaching for each other if we can never be together?” the moon asks, its voice heavy with longing.
With infinite gentleness, the lake replies:
“Because it is in our longing that our love lives. We are not meant to touch, but to dream of one another.”
And so, night after night, the moon and the lake continue their timeless dialogue, a quiet reminder to those who watch them that true love transcends all boundaries.