The moon was full tonight.
It hung high and pale above the city, untouched by the tension spreading below.
No matter how much destruction unfolded beneath it, everything seemed small and meaningless before its presence.
Below it, the converted skate park was busy — engines idling, radios crackling, boots moving across concrete in disciplined patterns
One of the soldiers on outer perimeter duty glanced up.
Not for any particular reason. Just the way tired eyes drifted to the sky when the mind needed somewhere to rest.
He saw the moon.
And on the face of it, a dot.
Small. Dark. Almost nothing.
He squinted.
The dot was growing.
"Hey." He tapped the man beside him without looking away. "Hey — what is that?"
The second soldier followed his gaze.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
