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The Ocean and the Moon
A small boy runs across the beach, lapping his feet in the oceans waves. And the ocean, lifeless, simply claws at the ground, emotionless, empty, ever eroding the earth. But it was not always this way.
Long ago the Ocean spirit was a lively one. She danced, and played, and tickled the earth as she rolled up against his sturdy banks. Because long ago, the ocean was in love. With the moon.
The Ocean and the Moon were perfect for each other. Pushing and pulling and rhythmically matching, the Moon's life revolved around the Ocean, and the Ocean's waters in turn would spin round the world just for a mere instance of being closer to his being.
But they never touched.
And one, sad day, the Moon gazed down on his Ocean lover and said "I must go. I will forever love you, but I must go."
And as the sun came up, the Ocean was confused. But that night she realized what horrors were about to transpire. For when the moon arose, a small sliver was missing.
"What happened!?" She cried. But the Moon simply smiled down and said "I will forever love you, but I must go."
And so, on the first night of the moons absence, the Ocean cried.
She cried, and cried, and cried, for three days, pouring the very essence of her loneliness onto the banks of the earth, and to her surprise, on the morning of the fourth day, a little girl was there. And the little girl shared in the Oceans loneliness, crying all her own. The little girl gave the ocean courage, so that night she looked up to the heavens, and saw the side of the moon's face was gone. And she cried.
She cried and cried, for three days, pouring the very essence of her desire for the moon to live. And the little girl on the bank of the shore cried too, but as her tear hit the ground, another girl arose. This girl was elusive, evasive, she looked inquisitively at the world, and shedding but one tear, made a small shell immortal. And the ocean saw the immortality, and it gave the ocean courage. So that night she looked up to the heavens, and saw one quarter of the moons face was gone. And she cried.
On the seventh and eighth days she missed it's light, and upon the shore appeared a girl who returned light to anything that had gone dark. And the light made the ocean look skyward once again. But upon seeing the moon, barely half of himself, the ocean cried and wished she could regrow the moon. And upon the shore appeared a girl who could turn the world to stone. And on the eleventh day the ocean was so confused, so unstable, upon the shore appeared a girl who was followed by a fair, lovely perfume, that exploded with a passion of fury whenever the girl became annoyed.
But it was on the fourteenth day the ocean made it's biggest regret. Looking at the moon, now no more than a sliver, the oceans instability and anger came to a climax and the ocean wished it dead. And upon the shore came a girl who murdered all she touched. And the next night, when the ocean looked to the sky, the moon was gone. All through the night it was dark. And cold. And the ocean wept.
She was angry, and she cried tears of rage, screaming it wasn't fair, and upon the shore appeared a girl almost self destructive in wrath. And on the sixteenth day, she was scared of what she'd created, wishing she could collapse into herself and disappear, and upon the shore was a girl who was so introverted she could suck the very soul out of a person trying to escape inward. But on the eighteenth day things changed. The ocean looked to the sky and weeped tears of joy. For a small sliver of the moon had returned.
She immediately wished she could undo all the hurtful things she'd done, spawning upon the shore a girl who inverted the very essence of everything she touched. And the ocean wished she could donate part of herself to help heal the moon, and upon the shore appeared a girl who turned beings into creature of the night, feasting on others youth. And the ocean wished she could see the future, and know what was going on, and upon the shore came a girl who could see vast expanses of time and space for there were no secrets to her. And the ocean wished, with all her heart, time would speed up so the moon would return, and upon the shore appeared a girl who made snails slide faster than a man could run. And as the moon approached full, and the twelve girls born of tears frolicked on the bank, the oceans hopes rose unbelievably high. For on the 28th day, it looked as the thought the moon had returned.
But as that final sliver of the moon arose in the night sky, and he was full and glorious again, a new sliver had already appeared on his face. He was already eroding. He was never whole again. And he never spoke to the ocean again.
The ocean's waves pounded furiously on the earth, and her twelve daughters scattered across the land. But after years the ocean finally gave up hope.
Should you visit the beach today, you will see the ocean. Lifeless, it simply claws at the ground, emotionless, empty, ever eroding the earth. But it was not always this way.
