The Tale of Oberon and The Moon that Forgot Itself

At 3 a.m., I sit at my desk, fingers hovering over keys.
Not computer keys. Old typewriter keys.

I type a name and watch each letter press into the page—

O b e r o n.

Outside, frost silvered the mountain beneath a full moon. A small lamp cast an amber glow across the desk while the old typewriter clicked softly into the night.

In late hours like these, memories return clearly:
my log cabin on the mountain,
a cat named Henry,
and a gentle Bernese Mountain dog named Oberon.

Some stories wait years before finding their proper night.

—L.A.

The Tale of Oberon and The Moon that Forgot Itself

Long ago—but not so long that it can’t still be felt—there was a moon that had forgotten its own name. It hung in the sky, round and pale, watching the world spin below with a quiet longing. The stars whispered, the tides rose and fell for her, but she felt nothing.

One night, as frost curled over the mountain pines and the rivers slowed into song, a tiny creature ventured out for his first adventure and appeared beneath her light. Not a wolf. Something else.

Oberon, the pup.

He was too young to speak, too wild to obey, too taken by the wind to walk straight. But he looked up, nose twitching, eyes the color of storybook sky, and he barked—not loud, but true. One bark. Just for her.

The moon shivered.

He sat. Barked again.

And something within the lonely silver orb cracked open.

She whispered back, not with words, but with glow—
pouring silver into the fur at his crown, curling a thread of moonlight around his tail. She hadn’t spoken in eons, but for him, she did.

And from that night on, the moon remembered her name.
And Oberon? He carried it in his chest, like a second heartbeat.
He never told a soul what she said.
Not the hawk,
nor the friendly fox.
Not even the girl who would one day dance in the fields and call his name.

But sometimes, when the moon is high, and the wind is warm, you might see him sitting perfectly still, eyes closed, chest glowing faintly…

And if you listen very closely—
you just might hear him bark back softly.

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About the Art

Oberon the Pup
© 2026
Co-created by Lee Anne & Liora