As I walked towards the yellow glow of the moon, the scent of the blue flower in my hand rose to my nose. My fur coat wrapped around me as I gazed up at the night sky filled with stars. I felt the color of the moon with my eyes, yellow and bright. I came to a halt and looked at the mountains illuminated by the yellow full moon. Each summit stood like a giant, drawing its strength from the depths of the rocks. In their shadows, I appeared delicate and fragile like a small and frail woman. But the scent of the blue flower in my hand and the brightness of the moon in my eyes made me strong. Like a breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers in the dark, I continued to walk. I recalled the moment when the moon first rose, shining brightly and so beautiful that its yellow color flowed from my eyes to my heart. Even then, I felt the love of the moon for me. And now, as I continued my walk, my fur coat kept me warm and the moon's light gave me strength. As long as the moon is with me, I will never feel alone, even if I feel lonely.