There once was a young maiden named Luna. Luna, daughter of the Moon and the constellation Jason, had long, flowing periwinkle hair, and skin like milk and honey. Her delicate, pearlescent eyes watched with envy the people of the Earth, and the way they walked about the hard terrain with such grace.
She desperately wished to walk about that lush, green grass. So one day, she left her glorious abode in the stars and flew down to Earth. But she faced a problem. As her feet were about to touch the ground, she found it tragically just out of reach. The gravitational pull of Luna’s mother, the Moon, left her hovering right above the grass she had so dreamed of.
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