The lights were beautiful, and Sirena stood in awe of them even after almost a dozen sightings.
It was a familiar dance. They would whir above, the creatures in Their strange, metal ship. A hatch would open underneath, and a light would beam down. Within that light would be her gift, one that rarely disappointed.
And this moon’s specimen was perfect: broad, tall, with a full beard and a disheveled outfit.
She caught the stranger as he collapsed forward and lowered him to the ground. “I got you,” she murmured, “you’re fine. I got you.”
“Where–where am I?” His voice rumbled from his chest, but despite the depth it was boyish–innocent even.
“You’re home,” Sirena smiled. Her teeth gleamed, and he shuddered.
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