She used to love looking at the moon at night. It was her favorite thing to do before going to bed.
The moon was warm and inviting, like a friend waiting to greet her after a long day.
Its gentle glow would fill her room and soothe her worries as if whispering secrets of the universe just for her.
She felt a sense of comfort and peace whenever she gazed at the moon.
But now, things have changed.
The moon no longer holds the same warmth and comfort for her.
It seems cold, distant, and almost intimidating.
Its brightness against the pitch-black sky is almost blinding, and it casts an eerie glow over everything.
She can’t help but feel a sense of unease whenever she looks at the moon now.
It’s like a stranger, a mystery she can’t quite unravel.
She wonders what could have caused this change.
Perhaps it’s her own perspective that has shifted, or maybe the moon itself has changed.
She misses the feeling of closeness she used to have with the moon, and she longs for its warmth and comfort once again.
But for now, she can only look at the moon with a tinge of sadness and longing, wondering if things will ever go back to the way they were.
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