“Other than her daughter, there was no woman more beautiful than the Moon. And besides Old Man Fire, there was no one on earth as old as she. But the Moon was the first of those kind of women for whom age is more a sculptor, carving the young girl’s original smoothness into a more complex and deeper beauty.”

“Other than her daughter, there was no woman more beautiful than the Moon. And besides Old Man Fire, there was no one on earth as old as she. But the Moon was the first of those kind of women for whom age is more a sculptor, carving the young girl’s original smoothness into a more complex and deeper beauty.”

— Martin Prechtel