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Little Encounter

City Lights Part II

Photo by Nico Angelo Daroy

A continuation of my previous post,  City Lights

 

My legs sway from the warm wind, gently pushing the clouds upon which I was seated.

I am looking below at the stars once again, at the same spot where I witnessed their revolution against the Moon the other night.

I look up to examine the view. Just a huge space of nothingness, and still, the solitary Moon.

Nope. The war is not over.

“What is so fascinating about the lights below that makes you want to come here in the wee hours?” A voice emanated from behind.

A stranger approached and had come to sit beside me.  He looks — well –strange. Cape on the shoulders, golden crown, brown leather boots. He’s little, but old and wrinkled. I thought that the question was completely ridiculous, but I can see through his eyes that he was curious and sincere.

“Well, what makes them fascinating? They’re fascinating because they are the stars! Stars that had fallen to the Earth for a punishment they did not deserve!

“And they’re dressed in different colors! A lot of orange there, which seem to form the letter S. There’s crimson, and gold. Silver lining up along the boundaries of the Earth.”

I can feel the flush of red slowly rising to cover my entire face. Luckily, the dark was a friend enough to conceal such scandal.

“Can you not see the different shades of blue over there which seem to communicate in the way they glitter? And do you not know that all of them are in a battle against the Moon?”

He laughed.

“Those are not what you seem they are, child. Those are not stars, but masks that give the illusion of a star! Made by pretentious beasts of the Earth. Have you not realized you have been deceived?”

In an instant, he was gone.

And so was I, plunging down below towards the unknown.

 

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City Lights

moon and city lights

Photo taken and owned by Bobby Neptune

 

As I dove down through what seemed like a large keyhole inscribed by the thick night clouds, I saw below, orbs of light, like stars, illuminating the expanse of loneliness.

Then I thought; How lucky the Moon is to see and witness this view – glorious constellations each moment of his life.

But…why had all the stars fallen?

Somehow, I began to be doubtful of the Moon.

Was it not that the selfish Moon who rules the heavens deemed the stars unworthy, and banished them all to the Earth, in order that he may boast his power?

But look!

The revolution has begun!

The army of stars below are shining brighter than ever, like burning magnesium!

And I see that, very slowly, the Moon has begun to bleed out his monotonous light.

How long would it be til’ they oust their king and take back the heavens which was theirs?

Very soon, I hope so.

 

 

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Inspired by a plane ride 🙂

Photo borrowed from this site: http://www.bobbyneptune.com/places/

 

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