LNH20: The Wonderful, Worrisome World of Writer's Block Person #3: "A Voiceless Sentinel Patiently Watching the World"

[Drew Nilium]

Above is a brilliant silver world, covered in ancient dust, a source of myth for 
its larger, bluer sister. Though it is filled with wonder and majesty, it is 
devoid of life of its own.

But below, in the lunar caves, something moves in the darkness.

There should be no light down here, but thru cracks in the moon rock, a lurid 
violet glimmers. There should be nothing to illuminate, but a figure is moving, 
searching, testing. A hand presses into the cracks, slides along them, searching 
for something invisible to merely human eyes...

There is very little atmosphere to carry sound, but some deep vibration rumbles 
thru the gray rock. The figure straightens, stepping backwards at a pace that is 
quick but not hasty.

The violet light grows in brightness, gaining some awful, nameless intensity, as 
if the strange sun of some other world were trying to outshine our yellow star. 
The rock face begins to shake itself apart, revealing a strange, uncanny shape 
as the source of the light; the shaking grows ever more violent, ever more 
chaotic, and yet the figure stands, watching, waiting.

All at once it stops, and for a moment, there is peace; and then the uncanny 
shape shatters, as if some delicate Faberge egg were to hatch, and a roiling 
cloud of smoke and light explodes out from it, unleashing a roar that can be 
heard for miles around despite the aforementioned lack of atmosphere.

"AAAAHHHHHhhhhhh..." The light fades, but the smoke does not clear; it collects, 
into the outline of a humanoid figure, with eerily glowing eyes and a shadow 
like wings. "Finally, the eternal slumber has ended, for... Digital! Demon!! 
Galactica!!!"

The other figure steps forward, with a chuckle. "Well, I should certainly hope 
so. We're well overdue for a reunion."

"Darling!" The smoke cloud coils around them in a dangerously lovey embrace. "So 
it was you who freed me!"

They smile and stroke the softly glowing form. "Only by the power of the Purple 
Event."

"Then our minions have surely been resurrected as well..." Galactica looks up 
through the hole created by her explosive emancipation, at the shining blue 
shape of Earth above. "Finally... the Moonlight Symphony Overlord Cabal will 
conquer the Internet World!"

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Drew "DUN DUN DUNNNNN" Nilium