The moon sat on the horizon. She didn’t want to move as everybody was staring at her. Her vanity drove her to stay longer than natural.
The ocean felt dazzled, and the water receded from the shore. This exposed the fishes and other animals of shallow waters, suffocating in the air.
The visitors who were looking at the big satellite fled to a higher place. The big gray-white reacted. She had lost the public. Although she still had the enormous mass of salty water spellbound and approaching with no pause; he wanted to touch her.
Being merged with the horizon was an optical illusion. He would never reach her. If she retired at once to her rightful stellar position, that would provoke a disaster as soon as she lost the attention of her biggest admirer, hypnotized by her brightness. Then she called the forces of the wind, after that, clouds cluttered gradually in front of her. Little by little the ocean gave up to the impossible, and since then he settled with just harboring the moon’s reflection.
Written by Lunyzbreid Lopez
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