Woven

Was his pull to the moon some sort of meaningful communication? Or no more than a firefly’s fascination?

Moths with wings of steel, so uncanny, so unreal.

Nothing but heaps of sand and piles of rusted bling, stolen machine parts and other ill-gotten gains.

In the sky they could see, a thing that surely couldn’t be.

The heart of the world returned, and then was made whole.” They had returned the heart to the world, thereby fulfilling their role. Right?

Never give doubt the chance to discourage you, and don’t let fear stop you. Never, ever.