PersephoneBee

Growing old. Perishing. Dying. Ceasing to exist. The grand finale. The inevitable final act. The end-all. Death. The Man in the Moon slowly opened his eyes. They were confused, at first. Tired and weary. But, as he began to smile, they filled with a liveliness that betrayed his true state, a boundless kindness shining in them. As if by an unspoken cue, the Guardians—all except Jack—seemed to relax. One by one, led by North, the four of them went to the Man in the Moon. Sandy floated at his right side, smiling softly. Tooth took a seat at the foot of the bed, crossing her ankles neatly. North took a knee on the left side, his