Night spreads slowly above the corner tower of the Forbidden City. The moon is drawn inch by inch into shadow. Its silver fades, until it becomes a crimson disc. At totality, even the moat and the wind hold their breath. When the light returns, scales of radiance dance upon the water, and the eaves are caressed by moonlight once more. The moon waxes and wanes, sometimes bright, sometimes dim; People mortals part and reunite, sometimes near, sometimes far. The corner tower still stands, watching through the ages as union and separation alternate in endless turn.
