He nibbled on cheese and observed her from a distance. Remembering a time when he was envious of all she had, her celestial beauty, her universal status, he understood his jealousy had morphed to concern. Stepping away from the lens, unable to watch further, he strolled the grounds seeking solace, stepping carefully among craters, the conclaves as hollow as his heart. Hadn't he given her all he had to give. Faithfully shining his light on her, loyal with every phase of his existence, surrounding her with devotion, month after month? Pacing, wringing his hands, he stared into the black abyss of night, desperate for answers that failed to materialize. In truth, theirs had been a relationship of ebbs and flows, waxing and waning, his pull strong but falling short in comparison to hers. Still, he could never wish her harm. He ran a trembling hand through his crescent hairline and with the determination of an eternal admirer, he turned back, unable to stay away. Returning to the telescopic lens, the Man in the Moon witnessed the final demise of Mother Earth, her annihilation at the hands of her own greedy, destructive inhabitants. The sun shouted a wailing lament. A mournful keening echoed throughout the galaxy. His heart eclipsed into sorrowful darkness.
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