The Moon [Fear]

The moon hangs high, shining as fiercely as the sun—yet its dazzling light avoids the dog, wolf, and lobster below, who wait for guidance.
They can only see the moon dripping with what might be nectar.
But the brilliance is so intense, they cannot make out its true form—nor whether what flows is divine nectar or poison.
Only the scorpion in the water has tasted it, confirming it is nectar, and now tries to overcome fear, pass the dog and wolf, and reach the moonlit spring.

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