'The stars lost their nests, the moon wandered aimlessly among the wild chasms of the night' -The Book of Tea

The howls pierce the darkness & echo through the inky dome. The stars stir & slowly swirl through their expanse. It's Dawn calling, on Moon's scent, tracking her through the chasms. Claws dug into the shattered shards of heaven, always in pursuit.
And Moon dances through the darkness, slowly silently, her silver shoon, slipping away from Daybreak.
Again & again.
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