In the dead of night, both boys fell asleep. They huddled in the warm quilt and were very close to each other. Dmitri was resting on Yakov's elbow quite comfortably, while Yakov's other arm was resting on Dmitri's shoulder. His little black head was close to his golden head, like a pair of pure angels.
Outside the window, the cold moonlight shone down and shone on the carpet beside the children's bed. Demeter lay quietly here, raising her head and looking out. The weather was good tonight, and she could clearly see the dagger-like bright crescent moon in the dark sky.
The seemingly dignified moon, the world is often intoxicated by your soft light, but who knows and is willing to believe that without the gift of the sun, your planet would still be nothing but a lonely darkness? Billions of years ago, it was you who took away the happiness and glory of Yareshi'an, killed countless lives, and destroyed everything including you; and billions of years later, we will never let this history repeat itself.
Demeter swore silently, and then turned to look at Dmitri and Yakov.