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AN: Clearly old world.
Atlantis had no moon. It was a good three weeks before Carson stopped looking up into the sky and expecting to see the quarter or the sickle or the full orb shinning down in silver. He wondered what it would have looked like to see its circle reflecting on the ocean. Watch its mesmerizing light ripple with the waves.
In his childhood the moon had seemed so large to him, such a fascinating wonder. It was so like the sun, but he thought it more beautiful. Its rays did not harm. Its light did not blind. It was a comfort to him in the dark. On the nights of the full moon, when it was clear and bright he could wander over the heather just by the silver light alone. The moon was a companion.
Even when the stars were veiled, she was always there. Selene, his mother had once told him, was what the Greeks had named her. He thought the name fit.
But she was not her to watch over the City of the Ancients, nor its new inhabitants. It was like a continuous phase of a new moon, except there was no silver sickle to come. No chance of it waxing towards the full to shine down upon the ocean like liquid silver.
There were nights he missed the moon more than he missed anything else.