Golden and orange flaming scales decorated the lizards’ otherwise black bodies. They glistened in the heat of the desert sun. All lizards enjoyed the sun’s warmth while they lay on warm stones. Except for one lizard, whose scales were not gold and orange but silver and purple. This one lizard preferred to stay in the shade during the day.
However, at night, when all other lizards were asleep, this one crept out from underneath the rocks, looking upon the desert’s silver sand, illuminated by the moonlight. It was this light that the silver and purple-coloured lizard loved so much. With its big black eyes, it looked up, seeing the pure light of the moon, and feeling her cool touch upon his scales.
At this time, the desert unfolded still and quiet in front of the lizard. There was no bird in the sky that he would have to hide from. There were no insects crawling among the sparse vegetation the lizard would try to hunt. It was only the lizard and the moon, outshining all other celestial lights. In these most quiet moments, the lizard imagined kissing the moon, wondering what it would feel like to taste the moon’s white light upon his forked tongue.
However, the lizard knew that the moon was far away and that no power in the world could take him to her and bring him closer to her royal light. So, every night, while this grand and dangerous world kept on spinning around the sun, a little lizard dreamed of kissing the magical moon.
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