“No kinder season have you brought me, than this one before your expiration,” Luna said to Sol, “for your arms now stretch, at the billiard hour.”
“And yet I curse the fates, my dear moon. For it's only now that mine core's hydrogen has been made vacant, and I stare death in the face, that I can finally embrace, your sweet silver skin.”
“Perish your bitter rumination, my dear star— for we are to become as one. Dust to dust and gas to gas, forevermore in the vast expanse.”
Sol smiled.
Luna Smiled.
Billions of living things on earth screamed in terror.
— Bastian Espada
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