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recently released ten moons, a mood piece / moody game! explore a house, hear the sea, hear the night.
ten moons by Alice Lai
A collection of things that never were.
Regardless of whatever negative traits they may have possessed the Clan of the Ten Moons were among the proudest and most loyal of ponies. At least in their own ways. Plus, nopony can argue that they didn't have style.
As such I've decided that I will be spending the coming night terrorizing random ponies in celebration of my unique heritage. Because what other day is more suitable?
So, Have a nice Nightmare Night everypony and be sure to actually scare somepony. Because if you don't, you're doing it wrong.
((OOC: Just a bit of Hoodwink's family history in his reality's Equestria. And stuff))
"Ten Moons" by Sasha Dugdale
And then came the ten moons Full in the sun’s glare, and the seraphim, And it was light all night in the orchards And on the plains and even in the towns And mankind rejoiced, because it was now the case That the wrecking and equivocating could carry on The pale night long. Mankind rejoiced And went forth to those places twelve hours of light Had not made it worth the while to despoil And gamboled collectively on the cliff tops And regarded the night-broiling of the sea Hitherto forbidden, but now opened in festival. Half the world’s time unpeeled and exposed So fruit might ripen faster and trees flourish higher And forced photosynthesis green all the land. Then night ramblers, night-sun-worshippers, Night-motorists fanned out and made the most Of spectral light, which bleached out stars and even The cozy old moon herself, who had Once held a sickle broadside to the sun, and now Was a hollow daytime shadow. Only a few old believers slept Hand in hand, shoulder to breast, As if their lives depended on it, knowing yet That the morning would bring nothing B ecause the day knew no beginning And had no end.