Sketches In The Dust

It was a fine spring morning when a tiny creature came paddling in Moon's lonely chamber.

She had known it was around. Iggy had taken a particular liking to the little fellow, and had inundated her with reports of its endless roaming.
Not that she minded; her life was lonely and tedious, and it provided her with some much needed entertainment. She even found herself rooting for the little guy as he climbed, backflipped, crawled and fought its way through the decadent landscape of the world.

Yet she never quite expected it to come quite this far into her superstructure.

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