"Gaia, why are there 13 moons in the sky?" Kent asked, staring at the strange yet beautiful moons above. Each one looked unique, with different colors and shapes.
One was blue, with a part bitten off like Eve's apple.
Another was bright red with a gaping hole in its center.
The third was green, its edges jagged like broken glass.
The fourth was dark, its outline sharp as razors.
The fifth was silver, glowing faintly, with cracks across its surface.
The sixth was golden, smooth, and polished like a perfect orb.
The seventh was purple, swirling with misty patterns that seemed alive.
The eighth was orange, shaped like a crescent with uneven points.
The ninth was black, so dense it seemed to absorb all light.
The tenth was white, pure, glowing softly like snow under moonlight.
The eleventh was pink, dotted with shimmering sparkles that danced like stars.
