In the adult world, Luna learned the meaning of the phrase “it’s too late.” She saw adults who seemed to be constantly walking a tightrope; everyone was obsessed with speed, efficiency, and KPIs. They suffered yet dared not stop, terrified of missing a step and becoming stranded on the precipice of life—unable to move forward, yet with nowhere to retreat. Just as the city began to ring with the clamor of relentless anxiety, Luna let go, and Remy appeared. Instead of trying to halt the adults’ ticking clocks, Remy walked straight toward that sheer cliff face that everyone else dreaded. Under the horrified gaze of the adults, Remy sat down lightly at the edge, fixing its eyes on the clouds shifting freely above the distant, towering peaks. It told the adults: if you cannot figure out your next move, then simply sit down for a while. The adult world is always urging you to rush onward, but right now, I only permit you to sit here with me and wait for the wind to blow.
Remy
