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Mr. Moon
墨書 Inktalez
At night, the small town was quiet, with only the bright moon hanging in the black sky, casting its silver glow. The streets of the town were empty, occasionally crossed by a few cats sneaking through. But in the backyard of Thomas's house, the atmosphere was entirely different. Here, the laughter and chatter of children rose and fell like waves, filling the air with an electric excitement.
An old oak tree stood tall in the center of the yard, its thick trunk and lush branches providing a perfect canopy. The children sat gathered beneath it, the ground covered with a thick layer of hay and fallen leaves, creating a natural seating area for this lively group. At that moment, their faces sparkled with a brightness that outshone the stars above, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.
"Do you know? There's a secret on the moon that only brave people can discover," Peter said cautiously, lowering his voice as if to add an air of mystery. He clutched a stick tightly in his hand and tapped it lightly on the ground, as if trying to lend some rhythm to his words for added persuasion. His tone suggested he possessed some significant knowledge unknown to others.
"Oh, Peter, is it another one of your wild stories?" Lisa laughed and shook her head, but she couldn't help leaning forward slightly, her eyes betraying a hint of curiosity. She didn't want to miss any opportunity to tease Peter.
"This time it's really different!" Peter's face flushed red as he waved his stick eagerly. "Grandma told me that there lives a Mr. Moon on the moon who can hear our wishes and even grant them!"
Lisa couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Oh really? How does he grant them? Does he throw a star down from the moon to hit us on the head?" Though her words were teasing, behind her uncontrollable laughter lay a heart stirred by curiosity and whimsical thoughts.
Peter's face turned even redder, seemingly angered by Lisa's mockery. "It's not like that! Mr. Moon isn't as chaotic as you think. He uses moonlight to carry our wishes to his ears."
Just then, Thomas ran out from the kitchen holding a plate of steaming cookies, laughing as he approached. "What are you talking about? Mr. Moon? I've never heard of him before."
"Mr. Moon!" Peter almost shouted as if he had uncovered a cosmic secret.
Thomas blinked in interest and sat down, taking a bite of a cookie. "Oh, that sounds intriguing, Peter. But I want to know where Mr. Moon actually lives."
"Of course on the moon!" Peter patted his chest like Mr. Moon's spokesperson. "He lives in a silver palace surrounded by singing stars and dancing clouds! And all the moonlight is what he uses to listen to wishes."
The children's eyes instantly lit up as they gazed up at the moon above. The bright full moon hung silently in the night sky, but its glow filled everyone with a sense of mysterious allure.
“Do you think Mr. Moon can hear our wishes?” Emily asked softly. Her voice was like a droplet falling into a lake, gentle yet carrying an almost imperceptible hope.
Peter nodded without hesitation. “Of course! I bet he will definitely hear us!”
Emily gently pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze slightly. Yet her eyes remained fixed on the moon, shimmering with an undeniable longing. She slowly spoke, “Then… if I really have a wish, will he respond?”
Lisa chuckled at this, as if finding Emily’s words somewhat amusing. “Why not give it a try? But I bet nothing will happen.”
Emily didn’t say anything more. She quietly stood up and walked toward the ancient oak tree at the end of the backyard. The grass beneath the tree swayed gently in the night breeze. The children watched her silhouette, holding their breath, none daring to make a sound. The tension and anticipation in the air made the night seem even more silent and mysterious.
Standing under the tree, Emily gazed up at the bright moon. Moonlight spilled onto her face, illuminating her gentle yet resolute expression. She closed her eyes, clasped her hands tightly to her chest, and softly said, “Mr. Moon, if you truly exist, please let me see my grandmother again, just once.”
Suddenly, the wind stopped, and everything around became eerily quiet. That silence felt as if all the sounds of the world had frozen. In that moment, a strange beam of light descended from the sky, like silver water flowing gently over Emily. Her figure was enveloped by this radiant glow, as if she had merged with the mysterious moonlight. Everyone stood transfixed, as if time itself had paused.
“Look! Look!” Peter’s voice nearly shattered the night as he jumped up excitedly, pointing at Emily. “Light! Light is coming down from the moon!”
“Oh my…” Lisa’s eyes widened in disbelief; for the first time, that smug smile vanished from her face as she stared at Emily in astonishment.
Emily opened her eyes, her heart racing. She felt a warm power surrounding her, a sensation akin to being kissed by sunlight—gentle yet filled with strength. The glow lasted for a few seconds before receding like a tide, disappearing without a trace.
“What just happened?” Thomas asked in awe from the side, his cookie forgotten in his hand.
Emily shook her head gently, a warm smile gracing her lips. “I don’t know either.” Her voice was soft but remarkably clear. “But I feel… he heard me.”
A mysterious tranquility enveloped the air, and the moon hung high, seemingly brighter and more dazzling, as if responding to the small group of humans below. The children stood frozen in place, not a single word escaping their lips. Peter nervously clutched the hem of his pants, unable to believe what lay before him.
Little did they know, this night was merely the beginning of a story. The true miracle was just about to unfold.
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