月光飛行

The arrow's pointing motion catches the moonlight in a way that feels almost alive, and it’s been a quiet anchor for my late-night walks to the window. I find myself glancing at it more than the clock now, like it’s nudging me toward something I can’t name yet.

It’s been my bedside companion for a week now, and I still catch myself staring at that moonlit arrow before bed. The way it seems to glow without being too bright is exactly what I wanted for my dark hallway. It’s like having a tiny piece of the night sky indoors, guiding me without any effort.

Still and quiet at first glance, but the longer I look, the more it feels like the moon is actually inching forward — the arrow catches the lamplight in a way that makes the whole piece hum with motion. It’s small enough to sit on my desk without taking over, yet every time I glance over, I’m pulled