[ WP ] Write from the perspective of a bug making the arduous journey across a parking lot .

*Her* taste, tendrils out in the night. Molten nectar, painfully bright light. I stumbled forwards. My wings drag, still wet. Eyes fogged, soft body flinching at the touch of gravel. 
 
 Something passes with a thunder and a wind that nearly knocks me over. I crawl some time more, while the lenses of my eyes slowly clear. Far away lights, dark sky. I'm standing in a black field that seems to go on forever. Something in me commands stop, wait for my wings to dry, but the female smell remains. So I drag myself forward. The black expanse tastes of acid and salt when I dip my tongue to it. I feel instantly sickened. 
 
 Something above me growls into a terrifying life. A wash of hot air spills over my body, and the glorious smell disappears in the scent of fire and oil. Dimly I see something approach, a shape so incomprehensibly vast and round I mistake it for a new kind of moon. This moon grinds along the blackness towards me. Should I try to escape? I'm still thinking about this when the moon consumes me. 
 
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 `` Jesus, you ever see this before?'' Tom asked, surveying the parking lot. The powdery white corpses of moths ramped up against the speedbump, obscured the lines of the spaces. 
 
 `` Nope,'' Lee thought about it, shrugged. `` Get the leafblower.'' 

