How can it be… the reef is dead. Oh no it isn’t — yes it is. No. There’s still time.
~S~ I thought at least a friendship would last forever. Or at least twenty-five million years. Time enough to build the Death Star… oh, wait, that’s what we are. What if I go back in time and get the plans. Your Rebel storming the beach.
So… why am I still haunted. You are gone. Moved on, or at least I hope you live and breathe; so what if it’s Imperialistic pantomime. But that love,must stay dead. Like the reef.
But not. If we had twenty-five million years to save it… us.
Would you? If I build it… would you come and fire it? Just to have me knock it down? Just to send you a signal that I’m still here. On the shore. And sunset coming fast.
But you know me.