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Inside a brightly lit classroom at midday, Luna stands near a row of noisy desks, hugging her small backpack to her chest. She glances upward with a small smile, fluorescent lights glaring above colorful posters.
School felt noisy, sharp, and bright. Luna whispered, 'I'm different, right?' She hugged her backpack, soft and light. She remembered, 'Different is my might.' Luna nodded, dreaming of night.
In Luna's bedroom, blankets drape between chairs forming "Fort Starbright" under late-afternoon window light. Luna kneels inside, clipping a clothespin with a wide, determined grin; scattered pillows create glowing "windows" where dust motes drift.
Blankets billowed, chairs made height. 'Fort Starbright,' Luna named with delight. She clipped clothespins snug and tight. 'My fort will fly,' she grinned, 'tonight.' Pillow windows winked with light.
Inside the dimly lit blanket cockpit now floating among stars, Luna grips a cardboard control panel, eyes wide. Through a pillow window, cold night starlight washes her face as Fort Starbright begins to lift.
Starlit whispers stirred the kite-like night. Luna breathed brave, set dials just right. 'Ready, heart?' she asked with bright delight. 'Three, two, one,' she called, 'ignite!' Fort Starbright whooshed into flight.
On Mars' rust-red plain beneath lantern-like stars, Luna steps from Fort Starbright, her boots barely raising shimmering dust. She kneels, touching humming pebbles while smiling steadily into the violet night sky.
Red dust shimmered, a lanterned sight. 'Hello, Mars,' she whispered, polite. She landed gently, boots feather-light. Pebbles hummed soft notes of might. Her smile sparkled, steady and bright.
Deep inside a winding Martian canyon at bright midday, Luna stands on a flat rock, hands drumming rhythmically on her chest. Sunlit walls echo her laughter, red dust swirling around the playful scene.
Canyon echoes bounced left and right. 'Hear me, heart?' she laughed, 'all right!' Her beat drum-danced in playful light. 'Different rhythm,' she said, 'feels right.' Wind nodded softly, out of sight.
At a frosty crater rim during pale dawn, glistening ice crystals mirror Luna's reflection. She crouches beside freckled rocks, tracing a brown curl on her cheek with a wide grin, pink sunrise light catching her breath.
Frosty crystals mirrored her sight. 'Hi, Luna,' she giggled, 'you're bright.' Freckled rocks framed her face just right. She traced curls, medium-brown in light. 'I like my look,' she sang, 'goodnight.'
On an open Martian plain under golden afternoon light, dust devils spin like dancers around Luna. She twirls on tiptoe, arms outstretched, laughing toward the copper sky while fine red grains lift her boots.
Dust dancers twirled in light. Luna twirled too, quick feet, light. 'Different steps, same song,' she sang bright. Her laugh flew higher than a kite. Mars' red drums kept time just right.
At twilight beside a winding path of glowing stones, Luna steps onto a new tile that lights with a soft pulse spelling "L". The surrounding dusk casts long shadows as she smiles, watching her name illuminate.
Glow-stones dotted a winding site. 'Tap-tap, rhyme-map,' she chimed with delight. Each step lit kindly, guiding her right. 'My way is mine,' she smiled, 'alright.' The path spelled LUNA in gentle light.
On a quiet Martian hill beneath star-filled midnight sky, Luna anchors a shimmering silver string from Fort Starbright to a distant constellation. She stands upright, face awash in starlight, fingers gently gripping the glowing tether.
A silver string unspooled from night. 'Shine, little line,' she hummed, 'be bright.' It tied her fort to stars in sight. Home tugged softly, a friendly invite. Her courage glowed, a lanterned light.
Under crisp morning sun, Luna climbs a steep red ridge, small boots finding steady purchase on rocky ledges. Near the top she pauses, hands on knees, grinning wide as wind ripples her jacket.
A red ridge rose to height. 'Courage is practice,' she said, 'not might.' She breathed in, then out with light. Step by step, she climbed it right. At the top, her grin felt bright.
High above Earth’s midnight clouds, Fort Starbright sails home along the shimmering silver string, paper sails lit by moon glow. Luna leans out a flap, waving toward distant Mars, eyes shining in the cold light.
Stars chimed gently, 'Time for flight.' 'Thank you, Mars,' she waved, 'goodnight.' Her silver string tugged warm and tight. Fort Starbright glided homeward, light. Luna's heart beamed, her very own light.
Back in a sunlit classroom morning, Luna stands at the front holding a red pebble as she sings her Mars song. Other students in the classroom sit at desks, smiling while colorful posters brighten the walls.
Morning came soft, halls buzzing bright. 'I'm Luna,' she said, 'my light.' She shared her Mars song, brave and slight. Kids smiled wide, 'Different's alright!' She shone at play, a guiding light.
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