“The Moon Keeper”

Every night, when the world fell asleep, the Moon Keeper awoke.

She lived in a quiet house just above the sky, where stars hung like lanterns and clouds drifted like lazy whales. Her job was simple, but sacred: to polish the moon.

With a silver cloth and a bucket of stardust, she floated to the moon’s surface and gently wiped away the shadows, the smudges from space dust, and the tiny footprints left by dreams.

One night, she found a small crack at the edge of the crescent. Inside, something shimmered. Curious, she leaned closer—and heard laughter.

Children’s laughter.

The Moon Keeper smiled. She remembered: every dream, every wish made at bedtime, hid inside the moon. It wasn’t just light—it was hope.

So she patched the crack with a sliver of comet ice and sang to the moon as she worked. Her lullaby floated down to Earth, soft as moonlight.

And below, in a thousand beds, children slept a little deeper, and dreamed a little brighter.