Ever since the Void stole the stars, Moebius has fallen into despair. The lands are no longer fertile, light is harder to come by, and conditions worsen each day. The Moebians are falling ill, their cores becoming dim as their days in darkness drag...
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The skies swallowed the silent land below, its overwhelming vastness stretching along the terrain like a flowing, celestial blanket. Stars beamed vibrantly in the abyss, shimmering lightly in a symphony of twilight laughter. Trails of stardust dashed across the cosmic wonder, gripping one another to create dramatic scenes of deep purple, navy pools and dominant swirls of gallant rose. The planet hummed with enchantment, the foliage soaking up the heavens and responding with their own soft, ethereal glow. Casting their gaze upwards, the glowing flowers spread their turquoise petals open and gently released drops of moondew, the pale liquid slowly lulling towards the ground. As it seeped into the malleable soil, the strange liquid gradually lost its phosphorescent luster, hiding itself within the cracks of earth.
A gentle gust of wind disrupted the blissful serenity, followed by the appearance of a small figure as he tumbled through the pentawrens, his excited stride purposely brushing against the flowers and sending fresh moondew across the grassy fields. The figure laughed joyously as the moondew hovered across the field, their luminosity creating curtains of pseudo-starlight for him to run through.
"Grandfather, look! I've made it to the stars! See? I'm running through them now!" The boy continued his dash through the pentawrens, skimming his sky-blue palms across the petals. The moondew clung to his fingertips before sloshing off with a flick of his wrist, sending shimmers of liquid starlight into the air; droplets of the luminous substance clung to his downy hair, forming a small galaxy among the light cyan wisps.
As the boy continued his romp through the flowers, an elderly man made his way to the edge of the patch, smiling lovingly at his grandson. He chuckled softly, tugging his whiskery beard in amusement as he watched the little tyke run through the fields, his arms outstretched as if he were flying. With a wry grin, the Elder decided to aid his grandson's imagination.
With a swift motion of his hand, he brought his leather headgear tight against his head, pulling his goggles over his eyes with perfect precision from his youth. He charged into the field, extending his arms out as he attempted to secure his grandson. The little boy looked over his shoulder with a small yelp, his long blue ears twitching in surprise at the sudden force lifting him from the ground.
His shock was quickly replaced with an ecstatic squeak, his mouth agape as he hollered loudly for all the plants to hear. His grandfather hoisted him onto his sturdy shoulders, holding his little boots with a firm grip while he weaved through the field, causing the boy's burgundy cloak to flow freely through the air. The child giggled gleefully, struggling to hold onto his grandfather through sputters and gasps of excitement. Smiling broadly, the boy extended his hand upwards, commencing a grabbing motion for his favourite star. Now that he was higher, surely that meant he was one step closer to feeling the stars in his grasp.
"Grandfather, can you lift me any higher? I'm so close to catching my star!" To further his point, the young boy stretched his small arm further, grunting from the effort he was putting in.
