She lay there, silent as can be. Thin blades of grass snuggled against her skin yet pricked at her bare arms. However, she had not noticed the discomfort. Her mind had drifted elsewhere, presumably to the pale rock floating in outer space.
The Earths Moon had become the very symbol of the night. It’s marvelous beam of light swept across half the world. It was able to overcome the dark abyss that sheeted North and South East hemispheres and became a reliable nightlight.
Despite its good intentions, it weeps in its silence. The Moon had been great once, in its prime. But now, it simply observes Earth from afar. It’s muted cries unheard.
Now, for a change, the girls jade optics took notice of the dull meteor. Watching, studying, observing. She missed no detail. She had heard that they found traces of water on the moons surface today. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and let the gentle breeze graze over her lying form.
What if the Moon had been as beautiful as the Earth once? The girl pondered the thought with great intuitions. Maybe the Moon is a mere reflection of what is to happen to Earth in the future. The Moon now sat desolate and sullen. Nothing more than a shell of what it had been.
Gasping, the girl sat up from her pallet. Her own revelation made her insides churn in fear. The Moon was shadowing Earth, hoping its fate would not follow its own demise.
In years to come, Earth wouldn’t be recognizable. Its inhabitants gone. It wouldn’t even be identifiable among the other fallen planets and thus Earth would mirror the darkest side of the Moon.
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