The moon was not yet set, and still she still gasped desperately. Still growing ever-taller. Treeline far below her at this point. And yet, though the moon was setting.... She breathed in deeply. Shuddering, stretching.... Growing... Again. Tuggin. Watching recognizable landmarks drift further and further beneath her!
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looks like someone is trying to get to the moon the hard (or fun?) way