Monday, March 20, 2017

A Broken Moon



I dont know when the world ended.
No one does. Not anymore. 

The Old Ones broke the moon, thats what the Sooths say. 

Once, it changed shape. It was full sometimes. A great disc in the sky. Other times smaller. A half. A sickle. Sometimes no moon at all, as if the moon hid itself, maybe knowing what was to come. 

Then came the Breaking. 

Now whats left is just the broken grin. That, and the memory of what was scattered in frozen pieces across the black sky. The Old Ones broke the moon, and the moon broke us right back…the day the magic died. 

So the Soothsayers tell 
of the end of
the world.

-From the Book of Pith



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