High in the dark sky, in the midst of the night, the time for shadows and half-truth glows the Moon. Her pale, but demanding, mysterious and very, very powerful face faces the ground. It sheds,, pieces of light,, like little pieces of meanings and gives the shape of the dreams, down here, we dream. Two beasts are hauling just below it. One is an untamed wolf, a wild and free-loving animal, the savage in each of us. The other is a dog, groomed and trained, restrained and domesticated. A scorpion is emerging from the waters, heading to the gap between the creatures. The nature of the amphibian is dual and vague, complicated and dualistic, just like the Moon itself. The same way the surface of the scorpion gives reflections, the same as the moon reflects and makes seeing the actual object, event, person difficult and illusionary.
Behind the scene on the front, there are misty, blurry mountains, framed by two towers. Narrow and winding paths suggest, somewhere, far away on the horizon there are secrets, there is an invitation, and there is a dream. The towers are the sign of civilisation, manmade and the known. And it seems one reached the towers beyond is the threshold of all unknown, all subconscious and unexplored. Just as the Moon put a veil over our understanding of reality, awakes our imagination and gives life to an entirely different reality, it also invites us to question our own perceptions.
The story of The Moon: the Moon is the distorted mirror of reality, each of us carry inside, but it also brings many gifts of the wild and bold imagination, and invites to the surface all bad, and evil and amazingly brilliant in us!
© ZANARA
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