moonchild

We were all born of the sea, embraced by the god of its dark and cruel abyss. Though we left its cradle for the earth, the god is our father, but we are not of his blood, and we have no home in his domain.

But she descended into the abyss of the sea, where the rocks welcomed her, and the moon's reflection became her new cradle. There, she found a new life and gifted it to our children.

She died as our daughter and was reborn as the mother of this tiny land. Her second gift, after the gift of life, was the power to absorb the full moon's light, transforming it into life-giving energy for the earth.

Where her tears fell, snow-white moonflowers now bloom across our land, never withering, not even in winter. Day and night, they stretch their faces toward the great celestial image.