The moon is not barren, the moon is sparse. Its face, edge to edge with craters, is not pock-marked, but storied. An archive of all its history, every minor addition, and subtraction recorded in perpetuity. The good, the bad, the neutral; its surface tells everything, holds nothing back. The moon has nothing to hide from the world—it doesn’t need tectonic plates and flowing water to airbrush itself into smoothness. The moon knows what its story is, and it’s fine sharing it with you too, because after all, without craters it would hardly be the moon we know.