Luna would soon raise the moon.  Celestia wished she could be there to witness her sister bring forth the night; although Celestia had seen it countless times, Luna conjured a breathtaking show.  No matter how skillfully Celestia raised the moon during Luna's imprisonment, she could never replicate the subtle perfection that Luna fashioned from the moon and stars.  Luna always made the night sky shimmer and sparkle in a way no one else could copy.  Celestia was infinitely proud of her day, but she equally admired Luna’s night.  