Moonlit Dreams

Our Founding Chapter

Somewhere in the world, there's a saying: a rabbit aiming for the moon.
A dream too far to name, impossible before anyone even tried.

The rabbit chased anyway. No proof it could be done.
Only a belief that refused to waver.

Every leap took it further. The path was hard.
That was never a reason to stop.

The moon never moved. The rabbit just never stopped.

Quiet was the night, in a forest wide,
there lived a rabbit
with a dream too big for the ground beneath.

It looked up, past the trees, past the clouds
and wished for the moon.

So it leapt.

The first jump fell short.
The moon looked further.

Doubt spoke louder.
The rabbit heard it all
but never once turned back.

It leapt again. And again.
Till leaping turned to soaring.

Up above, the stars gathered,
their light growing brighter, guiding the way.

The rabbit followed, closer with every rise.

Soft light touched soft fur,
and the distance was gone.

It landed on the moon at last,
and took in the view it’d always longed for.
Every leap had been worth it.

The moon never moved.
The rabbit did.