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Looks to the Moon stared up at the setting sun through the hole in her once pristine puppet chamber. It was rare she saw the stars, perhaps tonight that would change. As each day passed, she would stare up at the setting sun, moments before being drowned by the torrential rain. She pondered her current state, how she had gotten here; Reminiscing was all she had nowadays… except, the little creature who kept visiting her over and over again, it provided some solace from the monotonous slough of each cycle. How she awaited their next visit, perhaps next cycle.
A distant grumble, Moon sighed. Perhaps she wouldn’t see the stars this time. Moon looked up at the sky, shrouded by clouds pulling overhead. She could still just see the sun setting if she strained. A single drop of water fell, echoing around the room like a tick from a clock, a clock that was long overdue. Another drop hit the water surrounding her little island of rubble, which had once been the grand foundation of a structure that stood so proud, with a light plink. Soon enough another would follow, and then the coming storm would break, and she would be drowned, again.
Looks to the Moon stared up at the sky once more and, for a fleeting moment before being pounded by the rain, saw, out of the corner of her eye, the moon and stars, faint and dim, but still hanging far above.
…
How beautiful they were.