If there really were someone looking down on him from the moon, Poseidon would discover it. They didn’t have an expire date nor any time limits, so it was impossible to begin with. It wouldn’t have been just a rumour lastly, gods weren’t meant to die, it wasn’t their nature. He couldn’t find a reason why a god would choose to abandon their place a seek shelter on the moon if a deity was trapped on the moon, he would have surely heard of it somehow. Yet, all he knew didn’t make sense to him at all. He wasn’t supposed to be this ignorant - it was his duty and right to know the truth. Not knowing made the God of the Sea restless. None of the moon goddesses he knew could give him a response, despite asking themselves the same question - with whom were they sharing their moon? A god, a ghost or nothing at all? Poseidon, everytime he would look at the moon, would wonder the real story behind it. Some believed they refused to get involved with human affairs and chose to live as a hermit instead others claimed the god was exiled and was cursed to live on their own, bound to live in loneliness some believed that god to have died long ago, the moonlight being their only inheritance, the memento of a god who existed no more, the reminder of a otherwise forgotten past. It wasn’t known the reason why the deity ended up there, observing humankind from the satellite. He was once told that a god inhabited the moon, far from all other living beings. It was a dark night, its only beam being the peaceful and perlescent light emanated by the sleeping moon. Even for someone like him that domain appeared far and full of mystery. Unbothered, Poseidon would stand silenty on the ivory balcony, looking up to that apparently endless sky. He couldn’t really explain why he would do that - not that anybody would dare asking the God of the Sea what he was doing. Poseidon often found himself staring at the moon.
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