We didn't know the moon had died til it began to fall apart and send the tides, and our entire world, into chaos. It's hard to imagine that something we've stood upon is - was - a living, breathing thing much less once that we've brought back inorganic samples of, misrecognising the shell as simple rock and the cyanobacteria as a separate living organism rather than part of a complex and dying biology.
It must have been dying for longer than humanity had been around, long enough that our species had only ever seen it as a light in the sky, a possible meteor that had struck the world, killed the dinosaurs and gotten caught in orbit. Now we were faced with the irrefutable proof that creatures as large as it could happily eist in the harsh void of space.
Now we are faced with a world without tides.
A world where the sky is that much darker and lonelier.
A world slowly showered by the corpse of a long-dead giant.
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