Katelina stood by the road and waited impatiently for Loren to appear. Above her, the sky slowly changed from deep purple to dark black, and the moon rose to peek over the line of trees. The winter air was sharp and clear, and it made everything around her feel so real. Every rock, every shadow, stood out with a crystal clarity that she was sure she'd remember forever. She thought that, even years from now, she'd still be able to recall the way the bare trees swayed in the breeze, or how the sound of distant flapping plastic seemed to echo on forever and ever.
But whether she remembered or not, she was certain the world would. Long after she'd ceased to be, the very earth would remember that she'd stood in this spot while the moon watched silently, as it had for millennia; recording all b
