Fluttering

Soon the clouds were but a vast white roiling sea, telling no stories of its conquerors. From behind the moon came a floating rabbit, scrunching its nose and chewing on alien plants. Take heed, it said with its eyes, circling away in its fast selenocentric orbit. There is always a lie within the lie within the lie. That shall be your truth. I mourned the loss of the sight of the creature's ears, and turned back toward the woman who was still pulling me along.