Tendrils of blue night reached into his chest and gripped. He imagined the stars could lift him up and float him out over the water and into dreams. He felt a swelling, a constriction in his heart as the cool night breeze washed around him ignorant of the new moon high in the depths of the sky. Ignorant also was the breeze of the dead branches of the dying tree next to him; of the rubbish littering the stony shore; of the poisons in the waters of the lake.
The grip in his chest released, and the beauty in the night was gone. It was the same terrible world again, and as his eyes filled with tears, his feet followed the familiar route back to the village on the edge of a once great city. Broken silhouettes in the night sky were a reminder of the decadent past that had brought them all to this future.
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