He watched them with a beatific smile on his face.
The smile that some people thought they saw and that others pretended to see, squinting up with furrowed brows.
He didn’t care if they saw him, didn’t care if they believed in him or not. He only cared that they lived good lives, that they revelled in the simple joy of being alive.
Because what else could they do?
They had no choice in their existence, not really. But they could choose to embrace it with wide arms, to welcome every opportunity.
The moon’s smile widened. People stood up straighter.
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