The Moon’s Lullaby

The night sky shimmered through the frost-kissed windowpane as Amelia lay in bed, humming softly. Her mother had tucked her in hours ago, but sleep refused to come. Instead, she stared at the moon, full and radiant, hanging low in the winter sky.

She always sang to the moon. Ever since she could remember, it had been her silent companion in the lonely hours of the night. But tonight, the song felt different. It carried on the wind like a whisper, stretching beyond her tiny bedroom, beyond the rooftops, and into the vast, uncharted darkness of space.

She didn’t know that someone—something—was listening.

The Echo in the Darkness

Far beyond Amelia’s sleepy town, past the orbit of satellites and the scattered debris of forgotten missions, the dark side of the moon slumbered. It had been silent for millennia, its surface untouched by sunlight, its secrets buried beneath layers of cosmic dust.

Until tonight.

A tremor rippled through the lunar crust. Faint at first, like the sigh of an ancient dreamer stirring from its sleep. Then, a pulse—a slow, rhythmic beat, matching the melody of Amelia’s lullaby.

Beneath the surface, something moved.

The Dream walker

Amelia’s song continued, her voice light and sweet. It wasn’t a real lullaby, not one her mother had taught her. It was something she had always known, a tune that lived in the quiet corners of her mind, waiting to be sung.

She barely noticed when the shadows in her room shifted. The air grew heavy, charged with something she couldn’t name. A soft hum, different from her own, joined her song.

A figure stood by her window.

Tall and slender, it was cloaked in the silver glow of the moon. Its face was smooth and featureless, its body draped in robes that rippled like liquid shadow. The presence was neither warm nor cold, but it exuded an energy that made Amelia’s skin tingle.

“You woke me,” it whispered, though its voice did not come from any mouth.

Amelia clutched her blanket, but she wasn’t afraid. “Who are you?”

“I am the Dream walker.” The entity tilted its head, listening. “Your song… it was the key.”

“The key to what?” she asked.

The Dream walker stepped forward, kneeling beside her bed. “To the door between worlds.”

The Forgotten Song

The words sent a shiver down Amelia’s spine, but her curiosity burned brighter than her fear. “What’s behind the door?”

“A world older than yours,” the Dream walker said, its voice echoing in her mind. “A world that once thrived under the light of a different sun. But when the moonsong faded, the door closed, and we were forgotten.”

Amelia’s fingers tightened around her blanket. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The Dream walker’s gaze—or what she imagined was its gaze—softened. “And yet, you are the only one who could.”

A quiet pause settled between them. Outside, the moon seemed brighter, its surface glowing with a light she had never noticed before.

“You are the last singer,” the Dream walker continued. “The last child who remembers.”

Amelia frowned. “I don’t remember anything.”

“But you know the song,” it said simply. “And the song remembers you.”

The Choice

A low hum resonated through the room, vibrating in Amelia’s chest. She could feel something shifting beyond the sky, like a door creaking open. A deep, endless void beckoned, filled with memories of a world long lost.

The Dream walker extended its hand. “Come with me.”

Amelia hesitated. Outside her door, her mother slept peacefully. Her stuffed animals lined the shelves. Her books, her toys—all the small pieces of her life surrounded her. But in the depths of her soul, she felt the pull of something greater, something written in the stars.

“What if I don’t go?” she asked.

“Then the door will close once more,” the Dream walker said. “And the song will be lost forever.”

She looked at the figure beside her. It wasn’t threatening or forceful. It was waiting.

Amelia took a deep breath.

Then, she reached out.

The Moon’s Lullaby

The moment their hands touched, the world around Amelia dissolved into silver light. She felt weightless, untethered from her bed, her room, her town. The stars blurred past her, and the dark side of the moon loomed ahead, no longer barren and lifeless.

It was alive.

Towering structures, glowing softly with celestial energy, stretched across the surface. Great rivers of light flowed through the cracks in the rock, pulsing with the rhythm of an ancient melody. And in the distance, shadowy figures like the Dream walker emerged from the lunar mist.

The lost ones had awoken.

Amelia’s lullaby still lingered in the air, carried by the winds of a world reborn.

And as she stepped forward, the stars sang with her.