The sun glinted through the clouds, casting columns of light that hit the leaves on the trees that made it cast wandering shadows on the grass beneath. It had been like this forever. The cruel thing being the clouds aren�t powered by the sun. The one that arches its back ahead of them. It gazes down, part wise scholar, part headmaster. Another sky would fall into place.
From out of space there lay a mindfield of disks. Globes, swirls all packed together and falling apart. Some. But one. It glowed red and growled translucent colours. It was far, far away. The Fairy moon. Like a mere eyelash on the face of the universe, but not soldering on like a wasted brain. It stood proud. No one shuddered but its unique power beamed outwards from every angle. Lumps of transmissions, not a steady stream. Just sections. Splintered verses that followed in jagged lines from their point of random, yet controlled origin.
From its base it lived. The other planets were arrogant in their importance. Their size dwarfs it. They shine brighter colours, yet it holds something dear and shines a dim shine that has masked by the sun and snared beyond the atmosphere. Yet it was growing clearer, becoming nearer.
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