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Moon

• ‎Hello! I'm Moon but friends call me Moonshine.
‎• Annoying killer main who did nothing wrong!
• Friendly DayZ survivor who'll help you cure kuru!
• The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

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The moon didn’t rise that night.
It arrived.

No one noticed at first. Cities were busy, screens were bright, and the sky had learned to go unnoticed. But in the quiet places, the deserts, the oceans, the rooftops where insomniacs lingered, the moon looked wrong. Too low. Too sharp. Like it had stepped closer without asking permission.

Unlike the sun, the moon didn’t burn. It observed.

Its light slid through windows and across empty roads, waking things that had been asleep for centuries. Old radio towers crackled with static that sounded almost like voices. Tides pushed past their usual limits, rewriting coastlines by inches. Even time seemed unsure, stretching long minutes into something heavier.

There was a woman driving alone through the night when she felt it, the pull. Not gravity, but attention. She pulled over, stepped out, and looked up. For a moment, the moon reflected her face back at her, not as she was, but as she might have been if she’d made different choices.

The moon remembered every version of everyone.

It carried those reflections like a secret archive, a quiet witness to paths taken and paths abandoned. Tonight, it was opening the vault, letting a few people feel the weight of who they almost were.

By morning, the moon slipped back into its careful orbit. The world reset itself. News reports blamed clouds, light pollution, imagination.

But some people woke up changed, decisions clearer, regrets louder, futures suddenly urgent.

The moon faded into the blue sky, cold and satisfied.

It didn’t need to move often.
Once in a while was enough to remind the Earth it was still being watched.

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