The moth had a rush. Her wings fluttered so fast that weightless shining dust fell off, like a sparkling illusory voile. Tonight was her fatal night. She made an eternal mistake that few moths escape. She was lured by a trickster, confused by the celestial flower, which opened its silver petals far above the sea. The moon...
The moon deceived her, like many before her, like many after. The moth hurried to reach this magnificent orb as soon as possible. Before the night would leave her, before she would be left alone with the daylight. With an emptiness and an endless treacherous plain below that evoked so much fear in the moth. She flew above the sea and the feeling of inevitability forced her to double her forces. She was already starting to get tired and her wings were getting thinner and sloppier from the effort. She got lower and lower. Thick fuzzy antennae belonging to her special and rare species moved alarmingly, thick short body curved in a forced arc. The inescapable moment came quickly. The moth fell into the dark water. The last thing she saw was the silver light. The tempting and, by many, cursed pure light of the moon. No one knew, and she least of all, that she was the last of her kind on the entire island....
The moment she touched the sea – it shook. As unremarkable and ordinary as the drama that just happened was, it brought something in motion. The air became thick, the water felt sticky, and everything died away in obnoxious anticipation. As the tension became almost unbearable, the water suddenly began to rock, as if something gigantic was moving fiercely towards the surface. Even before the last thin rings around the pitiful beast were flattened by the sea, the triumphant reflection of the stars and galaxies was broken by a huge scaly mass. In a flash, the moth was devoured by it and taken away - back into the ominous depths.... The night under the fairy-like moonlight was silent again. As it sometimes occurs in June...
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No one was kept awake by this, except the night crews of all internet providers in the country. On that night they suffered a major outage in Zeeland region, the biggest in years. By morning, everything had been miraculously restored, with not a single human being, who could have detected anything strange in the previous night.
But as the first rays of the sun began to warm the sea, a man tired from the sleepless night, got up, closed the door of his office and made a phone call over a landline to the number he knew well by heart. When a female voice answered him on the other end, he heaved a deep sigh and said, ‘It has begun.’