#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 30: Goth Moth

Up before dawn, shoes damp with dew from the McAfee Knob trail. The stars were still sharp and bright enough to pierce through the last of the night when I reached the edge – that familiar jut of rock that feels like a ship’s prow above a sea of mist. The valley below still sleeping, the horizon just a whisper of silver.

And then, the moon rose full and fat and pale as bone, and there she was: a great moth, black and blue and ghostly, wings open like a cathedral window. The Goth Moth, messenger of all things quietly electric and melancholy. She hovered in the moonlight as if stitched from it – all lunar shimmer and shadowed lace. The air hummed.

I thought about how moths chase light, even when it burns them. Maybe that’s what we’re all doing – drawn toward what glows, even if we can’t stay near it long. On the ledge, I watched her drift into the white circle of the moon and vanish.

Walked back down with a pocketful of small stones and one black feather.

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