How much would you pay to go to the moon?
Latus bargained his way to the Moon.
In a quiet town tucked between rolling hills and endless sky, lived a man named Latus. He was a dreamer, always gazing upward, looking for the moon. Every night, he would climb the tallest hill, stretch out his arms, and whisper his wishes to the stars.
Latus’s obsession grew. He read every book about space, built telescopes from scraps, and mapped the moon’s craters in his journal. But no matter how close he felt, the moon remained impossible.
One night, as Latus wandered the hilltop again, looking for the moon, a shadowy figure appeared beside him. It was cloaked in midnight, and the stranger’s eyes shimmered like stardust.
“I know your longing,” the figure said to Latus. “I can grant you a journey to the moon. But such a gift requires a price.”
Latus’s heart raced. “Anything,” he replied, “I’ll give anything to walk on the moon.”
The stranger smiled, revealing teeth like crescent moons. “Your soul,” he whispered. “Trade your soul, and you shall soar.”
Without hesitation, Latus agreed. Suddenly, in the dark of the night, the world spun, and suddenly he was weightless, drifting through the darkness. A strange sensation overcame him as he landed softly on the moon’s surface, dust swirling around his boots as he gazed in disbelief.
Soon he found himself wandering among ancient craters, touching stones untouched by time, and gazing back at Earth—it looked like a blue marble floating in the void.
Latus explored, and he felt a hollowness growing inside him. The moon was beautiful, but he was alone. The laughter of friends, the comfort of home—all faded from memory. He realized that in trading his soul, he had lost the very thing that made the moon’s beauty meaningful.
Latus wandered the lunar plains, searching for a way back. But the moon, silent and cold. His story became legend—a cautionary tale whispered by those who dream too deeply, reminding them that some journeys are not worth the price.
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