There was a time when the moon meant something more than a backdrop. It guided sailors, marked seasons, carried stories before books were written. Now, it sits inside phone screens, captured but rarely noticed.
We track its orbit with precision, but when was the last time we truly saw it? Not through a lens. Not for a post. Just looked up and listened.
Technology gives us more ways to observe, but observation is not meaning. Some symbols endure, even as their relevance fades. The moon waits, rising without applause, reflecting light without demand.
Maybe it still belongs to strangers. Maybe that is what keeps it alive.
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