Is it another romance-ish story? Eh...probably. Sorry 'bout that. But hey, a 14 year old girl has to do what a 14 year old girl has to do. I promise though, that the next post would have NOTHING to do with romance. Really. And blame the hormones. I don't even know what love is.
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It hangs as a lone pearl on Night Sky's necklace, trickling tears of moonlight onto the grass meadows and the huts protecting visitors of Slumberland. The moon, pale and round, yearns for something far, far away... So far away, it's stretched her dreams into the realms of impossibility. She would not give up, though. She will escape one day. She will reach her destination.
Don't weep, my dear. The ground vibrates slightly as the message is passed on.
Ignoring the voice of the earth, the moon spins, revolving round its axis as that is its only form of movement. Spin. Spin. Spin. Run. Run. Run. Pathetic? Yes. But she believes that determination would bring her somewhere... the "somewhere" she yearns to reach. After all, she's been trying for years, centuries, millennia. The little organisms on earth had even grown up and taken on a more solid form, creating tools even, creating houses for shelter. But time meant little to her because she knew she had many years left before she died and that her beloved had too, that many years. She would try. She must try.
She feels the light on her face, the specks of warmth embracing her as much as they could. And she's not just dreaming it. He's trying too, trying to reach out to her. But this was all he had managed to do for so long. Tiny, tiny beams of light. She treasures each and every one.
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