I saw the end approaching,  it happens all the time; One thing ending, another beginning, with no warning or big boom just a collection of subtleties coming together. But we hadnât seen an ending like this  since the early days. So I hiked to the top of the mountain in the dark of the endless night expecting to say goodbye to everything I once knew.  I looked down at the village as it cradled the moon in its shadow, preserving the last of the light we would ever see.  I waited up there for what we would have called days, if night hadnât blanketed the village for weeks. They said the sun was gone for good and it would never rise again. No longer did we call these the early days  but the end of days.  But then sure enough, there it was, the sun approaching, and now it happens all the time.
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