The Owl’s Story — “When the Moon Grew Too Bright”

I am the Owl, born to see what others turn away from.
When darkness fell, I didn’t hide; I listened. The world went silent, but I could hear the tremble of truth in the branches — faint at first, then clearer.

There was a time when the moon grew too bright. Its light poured over the forest like fire, and my eyes, made for shadow, strained against its glare. I lost the gentle rhythm of night and the calm between thoughts. Every reflection seemed alive. Every shadow whispered my name. I thought I might never find the quiet again.

But the Owl is built for the in-between — for learning to see through both the dark and the dazzling. So I turned my head slowly, all the way around, and saw what others couldn’t: the light was not an enemy. It was simply too much truth, too soon.

So I waited. I learned patience. I perched in the stillness and let my feathers cool. Over time, the moon’s fever faded, and I could see again — not as before, but deeper. I saw how light and shadow don’t compete; they reveal one another. I saw that wisdom doesn’t come from escaping madness, but from understanding it.

Now I glide between worlds — the seen and the unseen, the known and the unknown. I teach others that even when the moon burns too bright, your eyes will adjust. The light that once blinded will one day guide you home.