The world was a painting of silver and blue on the night the moon fell from the sky. An ethereal orb, it fell into the ocean and was swallowed by dark waves.
The mermaids delighted in their new light. They embraced the gift of the moon, and for the first night in centuries they were able to dream.
The world changed.
Above the sea the nights were long and empty.
But in its glittering depths the mermaids still dreamed; they dreamed of rain and grass, of whispering breezes and seashells glowing in the sand.
They dreamed and they dreamed, and the waters were forever filled with magic.
Daily Prompt: Abstract