Under the brilliant moon we saw ourselves. With unclouded thought we knew this is what we wanted to be. And so we decided to capture this manifestation. To be FOREVER. All that would come after us would see what we were. Even if they could not understand us. That was not the desire, understanding is temporary. And we suffer from amnesia. But the "truth" of what we were would be emblazoned. We would dictate ourselves to the rock, to the tree, to the star. For to live once is to live always. Nothing could take this from us. And the magic we called down from the moon was memory, engraved on any and every surface we could find.
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