🌌 172. Whisper of the Night Moths
That evening, Luna meets a group of silent, gray moths drifting between trees.
They don’t speak, but their wings pulse with faint glows—messages in light.
One brushes past Luna gently, leaving her with a shimmer of memory not her own.
A forgotten dream of the stars, passed from wing to wing in silence.
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