Imagine it has a moon or two. And maybe the moon isn’t like ours at all- maybe it has water on it, trees, plants. Hanging up there in the sky, a little world that is out of reach for all of history.
Imagine the fairy tales set on the moon. Imagine the myths, the religions. Is it heaven? The home of the gods? The promised land? What could be up there?
Imagine thousands of years of history, with people looking up at the moon and wondering what lay there waiting for them.
Imagine a moon, orbiting a planet. A moon with oceans and rivers and forests. Imagine a civilization living on that moon. A whole race of people on that tiny world, evolving there as it zipped around the mother planet.
Imagine what the people on that moon would think of that magnificent planet, engulfing their sky every night. The monsters that might live there, the angels, the miracles.
As they build villages and castles, palaces and cities.
Imagine two totally separate forms of life, evolving separately for billions of years, orbiting each other but completely unaware that the other exists. History rolls on and on and on.
But someday, at least one of the worlds will discover electricity.
Will start to make street lights, lights that shine through the dark.
Imagine that one day, you look up into the sky….and on that other world….for the first time ever….you see lights.
Sometimes I write things, and they aren’t feminism or anything, I just want to share them. -shrugs-
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