“I Tried to Chase the Red Moon Again — But Magic Doesn’t Repeat | by Pratika Singh😊

It all began with Jungkook’s warning, and ended with the universe lending me a miracle. 💜

Have you ever stumbled into a moment so enchanting it felt like the door between reality and fantasy unlocked — only once — and then slammed shut forever?

That evening, I wasn’t looking for magic.
I was dragging myself upstairs, my body heavy with the weight of school deadlines, endless expectations, and the quiet war of teenage drama. Being “the topper” had turned into a crown made of thorns. Even my reflection looked tired of carrying me.

Phone in hand, head down, I played a video. Jungkook’s voice cut through: “Hide, ARMYs… tonight is a red moon night.”

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Jungkook💜

And then — I looked up.

The universe was already waiting for me.
A blood-red moon hung low, swollen and fierce, as if it had ripped itself out of a myth just to hang above my rooftop. For a second, I swore I could step onto the neighboring building and reach it with my fingertips.

The wind moved around me like a companion, brushing my skin, tossing my hair. Without thinking, I slipped off my slippers and let the cold rooftop meet my feet. It didn’t feel like concrete anymore — it felt like a threshold.

And then it happened: a lone bat cut across the face of the moon, its shadow scrawled on that crimson canvas. I froze, my heart thudding.
Was this real? Or was nature staging a secret performance, with me as the only audience?

My phone buzzed with a friend’s call. I didn’t answer.
For this night, I didn’t want reality clawing me back. For this night, I wanted the illusion intact — a world where there was no noise, no burden, no faces. Only me, the wind, and the red moon that had chosen me.

But here’s the thing about magic: it doesn’t repeat itself on command.

After that night, I searched. I Googled lunar calendars, marked dates, waited for the sky to bleed red again. The moon came, again and again — but never like that. Never that massive. Never that close. Never with that hush that swallowed the whole world.

That night was a one-time password from the universe.
And I was lucky enough to enter before it expired.
Sometimes, life doesn’t let you keep its miracles. It just lends them to you — once — so you’ll never forget how it feels to belong to the sky.