Entrenched above the Earth, at night, the Lunaette began to reflect a faint white light, like a vast artificial celestial entity.
It had been a long time since the moon had changed from a sphere into a flat cake.
Once upon a time, many might have found this unacceptable.
Those beautiful ancient poems that sung praises of the beauty of the moon, had now truly become swan-songs; whilst the moon had officially entered the museum that was the history of humankind.
However, as time passed, many soon discovered this to be all that it was.
As long as they themselves were still alive, how much did it truly matter if the moon were to disappear?
