The moon rose at the edge of the continent, rose so large she thought she might be able to touch it if she was just willing to reach out her hand. But she had tried that before, learned the hard way, in fact, that no matter how close it is, the moon is still out of reach.
It’s the biggest we’ve ever seen, her friends said. We won’t see another like this for decades.
But she knew the truth. One moon is just like the next, and they all wane to nothing.