Reflections

Bad Moon Rising


What if evil doesn’t come with fangs or fire—but with charm? What if the real danger isn’t in what terrifies us, but in what starts to feel normal? When the world tells us to harden our hearts, what happens to the light we carry? Maybe the bad moon isn’t something in the sky at all—but something we’ve allowed to rise within us.

 

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