Moon under water

The boy reached out across the pond, trying to scoop up the reflected moon. We laughed at him and moved on. But the sky was dark that night, and on every night since then.

The tides have stopped turning.

Lovers cannot see each other's eyes in the darkness.

Werewolves remain untransformed.

The Taj Mahal is just a dark building.

Moths are resorting to navigating by neon signs.

There is no-one to follow us as we drive.