The moon fell in love

The moon had never asked a boon of Death or Time but there was
something that she wished, that she wanted, that she desired more than
she had ever desired anything before.
       A place had become precious to her, and a person within it more so.
       The moon returned to this place as often as she could, in stolen
moments of borrowed time.
      She had found an impossible love.
      She resolved to find a way to keep it.

      First the moon went to speak with death.
      She asked if Death might spare a single soul.
      Death would have granted the moon any wish within her power for
Death is nothing if not generous. This was a simple gift, easily given.


The moon spoke with Time.
      (They had not spoken in a great while.)
      The moon asked Time to leave a space and a soul untouched.
      Time made the moon wait for an answer. When she received it there
was a condition.
      Time agreed to help the moon only if the moon in turned aided Time in
finding a way to hold on to Fate.
      The moon made this promise, though she did not yet know how to
unbreak that which had been broken.
      And so Time consented to keep a place hidden far away, far from the stars.
      Now in this space the days and nights pass differently. Strangely,
slowly. Languid and luscious.


And so the moon found a way to keep her love.
An inn that once sat at one crossroads now rest at another, somewhere deeper and darker where few will ever find it, by the shores of the Starless Sea.

It is there still.

This is where the moon goes when she cannot be sen in the sky.

- The Starless Sea, Erin Morgenstern