[ WP ] There is a habitable moon where the planet stays in front of the parent star for half of the 300 year orbit . People do n't believe in the myth of the coming dawn .

There is a painting in the central atrium that Grandfather claims is from a time before the the Refuge was ever built. The faded canvas shows verdant green fields and orchards of fruit, just like on Earth of Old. But in the sky hangs Arethusa, not the soft white sun or grey moon of our species' former home. And instead of the familiar shadow, it rests *next to* the sun, with a pleasing orange color. Grandfather *claims* that the painting was done here on Psamathe, back when our ancestors first arrived and before contact was lost. 
 
 Another one of Grandfather's tall tales, just like the man who walked on water and came back from the dead. When I was younger, I absolutely believed everything Grandfather told me. I believed that we could live on the surface, just like our people did on Earth of Old. And I *loved* the painting there. I'd sit in the atrium getting in everyone's way, just staring up at it for hours. Someday, I was going to do that. I was going to grow something on the surface. 
 
 Then I saw the outside with my own two eyes, and the bubble burst. It was a field trip when I was twelve. All of classmates and I crowed into the elevator to the Surface Level that shoots up a hundred stories, far beyond the warmth of the geothermal vents that we rely on for practically everything. And just when you think the ride will never stop, the elevator comes to a halt right where the crevice that hides the Refuges suddenly opens up and meets the surface of Psamathe. There is a garage with two rovers and some other lab equipment used by the scientist corps, and an observation room looking out over the tundra. Bright external lights snapped on, illuminating the icy, barren surface outside with nothing layers of snow followed by endless darkness. Up in the sky loomed the dark form of Arethusa, wreathed in a ring of bright orange. Not the gentle glow from the painting; more like flames licking at the edge of a dark pit. Nothing could survive out here. But Grandfather claimed it was true until the day that he died. 
 
 I put my effort into more practical purposes. I'm now Chief Grower, responsible for maintaining and expanding the massive complex of fields carved into the cliff walls. It is a well-oiled machine of lights and irrigation, perfectly honed to maximize electricity use in whatever way possible. My predecessor also used to have to deal with scarce water resources, but I designed and built an irrigator that melts ice from the surface and has *doubled* our water supply. I was even able to take the Peach seeds out of the vault and plant two new trees. The day that the Commissioner bit into one of those sweet, juicy fruits, he looked at me with juice dribbling down his chin and promoted me on the spot. 
 
 I was tending to the maize crop when the call came down: `` Commissioner needs you,'' the voice on the other end said. `` Up on the Surface Level.'' 
 
 -- -- 
 
 The Commissioner was already waiting in the observation room. The lights were on again, just like I remembered. Despite all of the insulation between us and the outside, a bone-chilling cold still pervaded the room. I wished I'd had time to go get a coat. 
 
 `` Notice anything?'' he said as I came up next to him and stared outside. 
 
 I studied the surface closely. Nothing but windswept ice as far as the eye could see, except for the tubes of my irrigator gripping the crevice edge like bony fingers. A faint glow from the Refuge's lights deep underneath us just barely manages to reach the surface. 
 
 `` Nothing, sir. Looks exactly the same as it did last time I was up here, five years ago.'' 
 
 He nodded and was silent for a moment. 
 
 `` Took me a while, too. I'm not talking about the ice.'' 
 
 He pointed upward. A thin crescent sliver of sun poked out from behind Arethusa. 
 
 `` Dawn,'' he said. 
 
 I do n't know how long I stared at it before he managed to get my attention. 
 
 `` Pretty impressive, huh?'' 
 
 `` What does it mean?'' I asked. 
 
 `` It means that you'll get to grow those peaches where they belong. Out on the surface.'' 
 

