The sky burned with the remnants of flames, brilliant shafts reaching away from the ominous darkness of night as if to forgo the conclusion of itself. Stretching and pulling at the flames, the sun sank slowly to the horizon. The molten orb appeared to settle into position, the last fingers of reluctant electric orange giving way to dark blue.
Inhaling deeply, Moon closed her eyes to the inevitable. The fresh scent of freedom and wildness brought a small welcomed relief to the struggle of the moment. The coolness of the night air began to curl around her, claiming her as its own.
The sun was now but a sliver of itself, clinging tenaciously to the edge of the horizon. Moon did not want the day to end and spoke to the sun, “Please stay.”
Then, the day slipped into memory - majestic, softly..
Feeling lost and alone, Moon looked up into the heavens. The darkness had reclaimed ownership of the sky from the sun, allowing ribbons of frost to meander through the air, disturbing the silence. Moon searched the dark skyline for where the sun had lost its grip and slipped beneath the world. Finding nothing, she sighed, allowing herself to surrender to the darkness in preparation of the journey back to another day.
On the wind came an owl's triumphant war cry and a rabbit's last scream of defeat. Silence quickly folded around the echoes and in the distance, from the stillness of a memory, Moon heard the whispered suggestion of a morning struggling to be free.
Note: As far as I’m aware, I don’t have an alter named Moon, yet this story flowed as if by another. The story actually began driven by desperation to stop nightmares. In a way, it finds the part of me who still believes there is a reason for everything that happens – that very small part of me who still believes there is balance in the world and something greater than myself.