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2023 Kitty Mayworth stared up at the moon, pondering the knowledge its pearly depths held. That moon had seen everything. It had been witness to history’s greatest tragedies and history’s greatest euphorias. And it was still here. Everyone eventually died, but the moon stayed, a weary soldier dismayed by the horrors it oversees.
1523 Mary Brandon stared up at the moon, perched on an ornate window seat, silently staring, her sparkling eyes focused on deciphering it. The moon was so reliable, in a way. Mary always knew when it would be here and when it would not; the moon was a silent companion to Mary’s brooding thoughts, it was there for her in those few dark hours where the entire world slumbered.
1123 Celia Howard gingerly walked down the path that led out of her house, careful not to make a single sound, guided by a silvery light. At every rustle, Celia snapped round, bracing herself for capture, but none came. Celia walked cautiously for a few paces, before breaking into a frantic run, encumbered by her heavy gown. Eventually, Celia collapsed into a dingy street corner, wrapping her arms around her knees as she stared up at the sky. She finally realised her helper, the silvery light that had helped her escape, the moon. As Celia stared up at it with sleep-deprived, deluded eyes, the moon, in all its benevolent glory seemed to wink at her, much like a kindly uncle. Smiling back up weakly, Celia mouthed two words. Thank you.
So, reader, throughout history the moon has not just been a pretty sphere in the sky, it has been a helper, companion, a great source of observation. But most of all, a silent witness.
