Snow Moon …

 
Listen to your nature, Twenty-Five heard the Snow Moon whisper.

What is my nature? the little tawny owl asked himself. Sure it is not just being trapped this way in a blockblog with all these other birds. And where are this Blockblog Bibble and his adipose alpaca? Aren't they supposed to be the main characters of this whole mod-damned, rotten thing here?

You are so wise, breathed the Snow Moon. And all those questions you are asking are so deep.

Get out of my head, the owl said grumpily and flew away into the afternoon. I am not wise. I am only hungry and tired.

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Today is Wednesday, the 12th of February 2025

Snow Moon

Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight