As the star in the centre is cast from view, the turning of worlds is ever a new.
The light reflects from the Luna face of white, into the ink dark ocean so stark in its face.
Shadows dance whilst darkness prance, the night echo's nothing about this tale.
A cloud sweeps in front of the sky's white sphere, here now is all's true fear. The Luna face, a pitch black grin, eyes of dark, empty pits.
The shadows swirl, as the reflection does dim. All light in the ocean is distorted and limp.
Blue, to purple then black... Red spreads out like the scene of attack. Clouds of black a sky like blood, the midnight dance has just begun. Water of the ocean, once blue, once black, now red as the eyes of a Galt.
The ocean ripples as fish's split in two swim a dance of death. Skeletons rise, giggling the night, the once red world is blue.
The Luna Nightmare shall conclude as The star breathes its light, upon this ball of birth.
Author's Note's: #6
There is no word for sun in Xentroa, only Star and stars.
A Galt is a supposed myth. A cursed reflection with red eyes and charcoal black insides of liquid shadow.
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