Don't tell me the moon ..._If They Come, They Will Come From the Stars_The Lesser Light_Two in t
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Don't tell me the moon ...
There are footprints on the soft and wild moon and command over the tides and tilt of earth. Yes, I have heard that the moon is a cruel mistress. She has to be, she dies every morning and then takes a yearly sacrifice to rise again each and every night, holding at ransom, the ocean tides and the tilt of the earth.~I came, while it was still night and I was scared. It was a cold night, the ground covered in biting frost.“I don’t want to die,” I said holding tight something that was inside me.“Who said you are going to die?”“I have been chosen.”I looked at the moon which was looking back at me. ...
If They Come, They Will Come From the Stars
Alessandra never knew much about the stars— after all, her father always said astronomy was just speculation, laced with cautionary footnotes about what its study would do to one’s psyche if investigated too eagerly. It was not worth pause, not today in 2054, and certainly not in the future. What lay in the stars, among and behind them, did not matter when the ground beneath men shifted and melted as they walked, and the line between earth and metal and Hell grew thinner each year. She still liked to look at them, in the way she could. But the stars could no longer be found above. Now the ove...
The Lesser Light
We moonlings do with great delight our labors for the lesser light.We stoke the waxing, still the waning, trim the lamp of mystic flaming.We guide the searchers in the dark and set the seasons on theiwww.onedoor.ccr mark.We turn the times and tilt the tides, and shine the beams for shadow hides.We watch the whirling world below and count the quickened ebb and flow.We moonlings do with great delight our labors for the lesser light.***Deep inside the moon, I hurried towards the surface, the rhyme of Lunar Labors on my breath. The final fullness soon upon us, the inner moon commotioned, every moonling fervent ...
Two in the space
Red lights of the alarm were blinking. Electric sparks fall on the floor out of the damaged wires. Two pilots in their sits were about to come back to their senses after harsh events. "Well, at least we not in the star core!" Bridget energetically starts checking her body for fractures."As well as we not in the Koltan system, genius..." Sophia held her head. It's was aching a lot. "Urgh... Bridget, do something with those wires before we get charred... and shut down the alarm, please," she said.Bridget push wires in exposed space in the ceiling with one hand and turn off an alarm with another...