The day grew darker, the sky above the black-grass plain turning into a pitch-black canvas dotted with faint purple crystals. Strangely, the constellations remained the same: Orion still stretched wide with his broad shoulders, Ursa Major still herded her cubs in the north, Cassiopeia still sat upon her tilted throne. Even though Earth had expanded dramatically since the fusion of new landmasses emerged, oceans shifted, ancient mountains cracked and were reborn, the only thing that felt closer was the moon. Its cratered surface was clearly visible without a telescope, its cold silver light illuminating the small lake's surface like a shattered mirror.
