The sky was dark, but not completely black. It had an orange hue to it, which gave off a strange feeling. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, giving it a dim light. Two figures could be seen conversing under the night sky. One was a young woman wearing a pink dress with a pair of white gloves, while the other was a man wearing a dark robe. "I don't like it," the woman said as she stared at the clouds above them. "It's too bright. Not even the dark of night is enough anymore" "You're probably just tired," the man replied calmly. "Come on, let's go back home. We can talk about this another time, right?" "No, I want to stay here for a bit longer. This is where I belong. Besides, there are no clouds up there anymore." "What do you mean?" The man looked up and saw the clouds beginning to move away from the moon. He also noticed that the moon itself was becoming larger and brighter. It was almost as if the moon was growing bigger every second. As he continued watching, the moon grew
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