A dune’s voice rises on windblown sands…

“Moon, stay, rest. Morning will come not gray but filled with stars. I would lie beneath the cool touch of your white hand… gentle, beneath quiet silver. My sands dance on breaths of wind, shimmering veils graced by your light.”

“Dune, I will not be stayed. I fly irresistibly in the winds that shaped your beauty. I am but a mirror, shining through the night.”

“Moon, exquisite light—still, cool, revealing all in shades of silver. Day will soon come brilliant, and Moon, you and my dream will fade.”

“Dune, do you not see me? A flying, wingless mirror reflecting a light we circle. We were born in light. It was born in first light and moment, as God created time and place.”

“I am as all things: a mirror reflecting the light of creation, shining across the infinite.”