It begins like this: Serenity is leaning over a flower, its petals the palest shade of pink, marveling the beauty of Earth. It is, in every conceivable way, the polar opposite of the moon, and her senses are singing as she embraces the difference, when the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and looking over her shoulder, she is greeted by the sight of a man.
It ends like this: The moon is dead, and Endymion is dead, and she is dying, and so is everyone else. In that moment, she hates Endymion more than anyone else, even more than Beryl and Metalia, and wishes she had run far, far away when she had caught him looking at her, even if her days with him had been some of the best.