.

The next week, Moon decided to contact Supernova. Venus was safely at her house now, but Supernova was still nowhere to be found, so now she had to reach out. 

2nd time's the charm, right…?

Moon hoped so as well. 

The castle was as grubby as before, or at least the foyer was. It stank of rotting water and something more sinister that Moon didn't even want to dwell upon. The overall smooth floor was broken by puddles and cracks, which moss was growing through. The corridors were tiny as well, and there wasn't enough space for Moon to fully straighten her back, so instead she walked along at an angle that was somewhere between a walk and a crouch, twisting her back painfully but ignoring it. 

Supernova Was the priority here. He was the only planet with teleportation powers - and thus the only one who could help her. 

Moon continued wandering until eventually, she ended up where she had originally been. The door. She assumed Supernova was behind it, so she hesitantly reached out a hand to knock, and then stopped, reconsidering, and then reached her hand forward a bit until her knuckles rested on the smooth wood. Then, she knocked three times. 

"Ah, Merra. Do come in. You've finally found me." A silky voice said, from inside. Supernova's. Moon took in a deep breath and swung the door open. 

Supernova was sitting in a chair, wearing a deep red suit that clashed with his black hair, which faded to purple at the tips. His blindfold was also deep red, and even though he couldn't see her through the thick folds of cloth, Moon strangely felt like she was being studied by a hundred people at once. There was a slight, wavering electricity in the room - a sort of sizzle - probably Supernova's dormant power. Even if most planets only saw him as a mindless puppet, 

"So. What brings you here?" Supernova said, airily, waving a hand at her. A small jolt of electricity shot out of his finger and sped around the room, only to stop in front of Moon's face and then fizzle out of existence. 

"Ah… It's about…" Moon suddenly lost her words. Did he know about Terra? Sensing he

 hesitation, Supernova didn't smile, but instead only swished a finger around. Now three sparks crackled, dancing at his fingertips. 

"Terra. Do you want to send her into the fog?" Supernova drawled. The sparks illuminated him in a white light against the, making his features even sharper. 

Moon slowly nodded. 

"She'll hate you. Along with everyone else. She'll be alone. We've all taken advantage of her, in one way or another." Supernova muttered. The sparks were still flying, and his eyes were now bright as they landed on Moon. 

"That's alright." Moon breathed. Some things couldn't be helped. 

Supernova snapped his fingers. 

"It's done. You're welcome to leave now. I'm sure you have plenty on your plate already, Merra. Don't let the eyeless hold you down."

Moon nodded and was about to disappear from view when a voice called out to her. 

"Merra. Before you go."

As she turned, Moon saw something unusual. Throughout the last ten minutes that they had been talking, Supernova's face had remained neutral, and so had his voice. Not angry, not mad, or sad, but simply at peace. Now there was some sort of sadness washed over it, which knocked Moon slightly off guard. A sort of deep, etching sadness which she could not even fathom the depths of. 

"The Sun can't be beaten. I won't stop you if you want to try, but it'll fail."