I thought it was the end of the world. Too much pain clouded my vision. Too many sleepless nights ate at my mind. I was drowning in a sea of misery that has no end. The horizon of hope seemed too far. Our dreams seemed like figments of imagination, unattainable, like trying to hold the air in my hands. Every force was tearing us apart.
But even in the darkest nights, the stars shine bright, the little drops of faith bloom into our hearts. The waves crash again, relentless, not giving up on the sand that keeps pushing them away. The sun rises one more time. Life goes on, and we learn to try again.
And now, the same way people did millions of years ago, I gaze at the star-filled space with awe. I look up to the sky for hope, for daydreaming, for a reminder of my past on the moon and how I never gave up on love, for it is the power that conquers all.
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To The Moon And Back
Science Fiction"And now I hate your home, now I hate the Moon, for it has to take you, away from me so soon. I just wanna tell you, without you my world is black, and that I love you, to the Moon and back." ..... Aurora, who has lived on the Moon all her life, tra...
