BLACK MOON APOCALYPSE ..
For first time since beginning, someone needed her, not as light to see, but as table to hold.
*"Table...? I... have been shining for everyone to see... but no one needed me to hold... everyone needed Dark to hold moons... but who holds Dark...? I can hold Dark... I am big enough... I was before Dark... I am table..."*
Luna woke up, her eyes not brown, not black, not white, but clear, like Aarav's tenth color. Clear eyes that see everything, dark and light, bowl and table.
She whispered, "I see... if Light is table... then what holds table...? Floor...? House...? Universe...?"