While I watched the moon, the world seemed to pause, and I wondered if it was holding its breath too, captivated by the same gentle glow that whispered secrets only silence could keep. In that fragile stillness, time felt like a forgotten thread, unraveled and scattered across the night sky. The stars blinked, as if nodding in agreement, and the breeze carried a hint of something ancient—something eternal. I reached out, not to touch the moon, but to catch the feeling it left behind, wondering...