The once-familiar radiance of the moon, a celestial timekeeper, had vanished, leaving the night sky draped in onyx doubt. The world awoke to a peculiar silence, and the chapter opens with a question that lingered in the air: "Is There Still Tomorrow?"
In the glow of the evening moon, a boy sat underneath the pine tree as he look at the Moonless Sky and whispered to himself, "Is there still tomorrow?" it had felt like eternity for him, to live life without someone by his side, without a guide.
The chapter reveals the mental repercussions of this cosmic departure as shadows get darker. Without moonlight to guide him, the poet's pen stagnates and couples are left to fend for themselves in the dark across unknown territory. The chapter prepares the reader for a voyage into the center of this cosmic conundrum, where the mystery of the moonless sky appears to be entwined with the very fabric of life.
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Across the Moonless Sky
PoetryI wonder what waits for us across the edge of the eternity?, In the sky of tomorrow's activity? or perhaps the beauty of the starless night in the gloomy present of time?~ and maybe under the Moonless Sky our dreams stray away.
