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he Moon is Earth's only natural satellite. It is one of the largest natural satellites in the Solar System, and the largest among planetary satellites relative to the size of the planet that it orbits (its primary). It is the second-densest satellite among those whose densities are known (after Jupiter's satellite Io).

The Moon is thought to have formed approximately 4.5 billion years ago, not long after Earth. There are several hypotheses for its origin; the most widely accepted explanation is that the Moon formed from the debris left over after a giant impact between Earth and a Mars-sized body called Theia.

The place was silvered and transformed by the light of the moon, which, at the full, hung like a great luminous pearl on the radiant breast of heaven.

The silver moon was high in the sky giving off the only light, apart from the lampposts whose rays died inches from the dirty tungsten bulbs.


Max awoke with a start, unsure of why. He grabbed his revolver with the instinct of a veteran and moved soundlessly to the mouth of the tent. The French countryside was almost as dark as it had been under the military green canvas. Above the moon had waned to a slim crescent, a sliver of glowing white in an otherwise inky sky that failed to even bring his surroundings into grey scale. He ducked back inside and reached for his nigh vision visor, this was no time to be relying on moonlight.

It was a warm night in April, with a waning moon hanging like a hunter's horn high overhead...

such florescence and dominance could not be hidden behind the creeping gray clouds, the moon shone intimidatingly on the land beneath it like that of the eye of the devil straight into the soul of the damned.

The moon looked pale and wan, as if it shouldn't be up on a night like this. It rose unwillingly and hung like an ill specter. Silhouetted against it, dim and hazy through the dampness which rose from the unwholesome fens, stood the assorted towers...

The moon shone over its white stone buildings, quietly sleeping in the still hours of the night, as over the white, silent slabs of a country churchyard.

The moon, swinging low in the heavens, cast long, deep shadows far down the trail.


The U.S.A had the first people to land on the moon with the program called Apollo. The Moon is a natural satellite. The Moon is not a perfect circle, it has craters which in packed the surface of the Moon.

The runaways huddled behind the old factory, Sammy almost cutting off the blood supply to his sister's hand with his vice-like grip. It was deserted, disintegrating and overgrown with Giant Hogweed. Had there been more light they might have been able to follow the path over the moors, to the pastor in the old stone church, but the moon hung smoky and yellow behind thin scudding clouds. It had no brilliance to offer them, no silvery light to lessen their darkness. And all the while the rain kept drumming onto their shaven scalps, blasting out the noise of the approaching Catcher, lulling them into a false sense of security. Every escape attempt someone was allowed to survive to tell the others of the horror, but that also meant each time the rest of them leant from mistakes of the fallen; instructions writ large in blood. Now they knew never to leave unless the moon was a brilliant orb of white radiance unfettered by clouds, but who would be the one the bear the message...