The moon seemed to take itself so seriously that it paid little attention to us. Though less than a quarter of its full self, it looked down with indifference at our little ship as it hurded through the cosmos. This lack of concern was a boon, it turned out, for the low moonlight allowed the stars to come out, both above and below us. We were sailing through the heavens, or so it felt. The stars below us were brighter than those above.
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