palemoon2035
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Standing in the warm glow of the pale white light that fills my humble home. I slide the last of 58 oval shaped mirrors into two carefully etched slits in the sheet of charcoal gray rock. Finally, the last mirror. Almost instantaneously a beam of bright white light reflects from one mirror to another and then to the next. With each reflection, it becomes smaller and more focused; until finally... It hits the last mirror and then shines off through the hole in the moon rock, out into space, towards the earth. The bright moon beam finds its way to The Lounge. It is much like a beacon. It is the doorway to my home. The only way one can travel from Earth to the Moon. After months of careful consideration, I open my home to all those who frequent Lit. I’m ready to share my own personal space. I welcome everyone.
I live on the Moon for reasons I will explain later. I am not of this Earth. I have always called The Moon my home, though I spend much of my time on Earth with my friends. I have always enjoyed the solitude of my cave on The Moon, but I have grown lonely and I would enjoy the company of a friend from time to time. More importantly, I want my friends to enjoy the many comforts of this loving home of mine. A cave is misunderstood as being dark and damp. The Moon is misunderstood as being a lifeless round rock… But there is more warmth and peace on The Moon than one could imagine. My home, a cave just below her surface, is comforting and safe.
The cavern is wondrous. The walls are made of smooth white rock that almost shimmer, as the white light given from the clear crystal sconces reflects off of them and fills the room. In the main great room, there are a couple micro suede red and black sofas.
Sitting on the marble coffee table off to the side will always be my journal. It is brown leather bound book with 8.5x11 pages, made from recycled paper of course. It is a place where I can write my story ideas or share thoughts form my friends to read. Next to it, a smaller sleek black book, also full of blank pages. Here, I welcome my friends to write and share their thoughts. Perhaps they will leave a message for me to read. That will surely make me smile. Of course there are plenty of books to read in the library. The walls and floor of this room are made of wood, laid over the rock.
Should there ever be a time where someone simply doesn’t want to sit of the couch, comfy sofa, there are bean bag chairs. Why bean bag chairs? Because they’re fun! One of the most attractive features about the great room is the stream which runs through it. The water is crystal clear and always a nice cold 39 degrees.
How does the moon have water? Where did it come from? I asked my Mother Moon one day. She told me long before the Earth even gave life, Mars was a wondrous planet with vast oceans. One day, Mars asked Mother Moon to take some of his water and make it pure and clear, as there was no other heavenly body in this solar system that was so pure as Mother Moon. The day she accepted some of his water, the Sun released a massive solar flare. Mars’ atmosphere was already thinning, due to the weak pull of its magnetic core. One flare was it all took to wipe the atmosphere away. The oceans dried almost instantly. With its dying breath, Mars told Mother Moon to keep its water safe and pure, forever.
Next to the stream in my cavern is a small grove of apricot trees. The only trees on the Moon. I don't understand how they grow underground, though the water gives them all the life they need. It always bares fruit for those who are hungry. I have barrels of apricot nectar for anyone who wishes to drink it. If you have never had it before, do try some. It is delicious.
Also, also the wall of the great room are several racks of red wine. Though, I ask that if you do drink some, drink it sparingly. It is quite difficult to get wine from Earth to the Moon, even if one does travel by moon beam.
There is a stereo in the great room. I do hope my friends leave music for me to listen to. How I love to share music. Also, hanging just above the stereo is the American Flag which the kind human space explorers left for us over 40 years ago. I hang it here, not because I’m a patriot, but because I like old things. After all, they aren’t coming back for it anytime soon anyway.
Just down the hall is my bedroom. This is my private sanctuary. The solid oak arched door is always locked and only those who I invite are ever welcome inside. There are also two guest bedrooms. Anytime one needs a place to escape to for some rest, they can sleep here.
All you have to do now is stand under the moon beam and you will find yourself in my home. Please stay inside though. My Mother Moon will provide you with all of the oxygen you need inside the cavern, but once you step through the mouth of the cave into the cold, lifeless space of the outside, you will not survive.
I welcome you all.
Palemoon
I live on the Moon for reasons I will explain later. I am not of this Earth. I have always called The Moon my home, though I spend much of my time on Earth with my friends. I have always enjoyed the solitude of my cave on The Moon, but I have grown lonely and I would enjoy the company of a friend from time to time. More importantly, I want my friends to enjoy the many comforts of this loving home of mine. A cave is misunderstood as being dark and damp. The Moon is misunderstood as being a lifeless round rock… But there is more warmth and peace on The Moon than one could imagine. My home, a cave just below her surface, is comforting and safe.
The cavern is wondrous. The walls are made of smooth white rock that almost shimmer, as the white light given from the clear crystal sconces reflects off of them and fills the room. In the main great room, there are a couple micro suede red and black sofas.
Sitting on the marble coffee table off to the side will always be my journal. It is brown leather bound book with 8.5x11 pages, made from recycled paper of course. It is a place where I can write my story ideas or share thoughts form my friends to read. Next to it, a smaller sleek black book, also full of blank pages. Here, I welcome my friends to write and share their thoughts. Perhaps they will leave a message for me to read. That will surely make me smile. Of course there are plenty of books to read in the library. The walls and floor of this room are made of wood, laid over the rock.
Should there ever be a time where someone simply doesn’t want to sit of the couch, comfy sofa, there are bean bag chairs. Why bean bag chairs? Because they’re fun! One of the most attractive features about the great room is the stream which runs through it. The water is crystal clear and always a nice cold 39 degrees.
How does the moon have water? Where did it come from? I asked my Mother Moon one day. She told me long before the Earth even gave life, Mars was a wondrous planet with vast oceans. One day, Mars asked Mother Moon to take some of his water and make it pure and clear, as there was no other heavenly body in this solar system that was so pure as Mother Moon. The day she accepted some of his water, the Sun released a massive solar flare. Mars’ atmosphere was already thinning, due to the weak pull of its magnetic core. One flare was it all took to wipe the atmosphere away. The oceans dried almost instantly. With its dying breath, Mars told Mother Moon to keep its water safe and pure, forever.
Next to the stream in my cavern is a small grove of apricot trees. The only trees on the Moon. I don't understand how they grow underground, though the water gives them all the life they need. It always bares fruit for those who are hungry. I have barrels of apricot nectar for anyone who wishes to drink it. If you have never had it before, do try some. It is delicious.
Also, also the wall of the great room are several racks of red wine. Though, I ask that if you do drink some, drink it sparingly. It is quite difficult to get wine from Earth to the Moon, even if one does travel by moon beam.
There is a stereo in the great room. I do hope my friends leave music for me to listen to. How I love to share music. Also, hanging just above the stereo is the American Flag which the kind human space explorers left for us over 40 years ago. I hang it here, not because I’m a patriot, but because I like old things. After all, they aren’t coming back for it anytime soon anyway.
Just down the hall is my bedroom. This is my private sanctuary. The solid oak arched door is always locked and only those who I invite are ever welcome inside. There are also two guest bedrooms. Anytime one needs a place to escape to for some rest, they can sleep here.
All you have to do now is stand under the moon beam and you will find yourself in my home. Please stay inside though. My Mother Moon will provide you with all of the oxygen you need inside the cavern, but once you step through the mouth of the cave into the cold, lifeless space of the outside, you will not survive.
I welcome you all.
Palemoon
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Some have even accused me of being more Naiad than elvish. But you're right, the water feels warmer now that I'm close to you."
