It was a room in a […] castle tower […]. The walls were made of stone and outside the glass-less window was a night sky filled with stars and a full moon that glowed white and brilliant. In front of this window was a large book with a brown, leather cover on a[n] [old and wooden] desk […]. […] there was a fireplace near me – set into the walls.
[Ana] was standing in front of the book and I think it was a feathered pen she held […]. Everything seemed to be tinged with a soft […] tint of blue. I think [Ana] was a wizard […] and she grinned at me […], as if she knew something I did not. It was as if she was saying, “Watch!” And then she touched her pen to the book and I saw that the light from the moon was being pulled down […] in a single, wide, silver beam that stretched across the sky and through our window before spilling onto [Ana’s] book and pen. I was amazed. It was like a patch of pure moonlight that connected our window with the moon itself. […]
[Ana], you made the light from the moon come down!