Bereft of its shadow, moon grieved. Now always full, it did not sleep anymore, took on a sickly color. Tides became erratic, wolves howled.
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What we now call the Shadow Sea follows the Moon across Earth's surface like a lost dog, in a tide that travels both oceans and continents.
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Night's little sister, it devours, transforms. But also leaves behind myriad transient and beautiful dreams, one in every dew droplet.
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