Once, there was a grandmother with a mischievous heart.

Once, there was a daughter who longed for a living child.

Once, there was a mother so afraid to lose her daughter.

And the daughter grew, and grew, and grew.

And the grandmother saw the child’s shadow, and knew what was needed, and so the child journeyed to the deep shadowlands.

And the mother searched in vain, for the daughter was lost to this world. And the mother’s grief was inconsolable.

But one day, the daughter did return, with a surprise for her mother.

As the moon waxes, so does it wane.

And so on, and on, and on.

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