[ 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 .

It was my fifth hunt upon the surface where I found something entirely peculiar. 
 
 A stiff breeze swept its way across the barren flats, and I pulled my furs tighter around my body to protect against the chill. The Fyatt carcass, heavy across my shoulders, slipped with the movement and I staggered slightly as I tried to prevent it falling onto the dusty ground. Its weight was too great, and I grunted as the body of the shaggy haired creature tumbled from my back. It was the third time this had happened as I had trudged back across the plain, and while the large Fyatt I'd killed was an excellent prize, I was beginning to regret not finding something more convenient. I was tired, and eager at the prospect of rest once I returned home. 
 
 Frustrated, I threw back my head and stared upward. The stars gazed back at me, casting their pallid glow across the land. Ahead I could make out the outline of the ridge within which my clan made its home, dark against the eerie splendour of the sky. It was as I was stooping to pick up the beast again that I noticed an odd object thrusting forth from the dry soil close by. It was a thick sinuous fiber, and attached to it at various points along its length were several sharp-pointed conical pods. I'd never before seen its like. The surface was a stark place, all dust and rocks. We only ventured onto it to hunt the various beasts that roamed here, and what they saw in this empty world we could only guess at. No-one had ever found something marking the surface, until now. I cut one of the pods free, and resumed my trek home. 
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 `` What do you make of this, father?'' I asked, opening my palm to show him the object I had found above. He appeared uninterested, his grizzled face frowning as he sized up the carcass of the Fyatt around my shoulders. 
 
 `` That's a good catch.'' He said at length, taking hold of the carcass and hefting it to the cavern floor. `` We will not want for food for some weeks.'' 
 
 `` Father?'' I prompted, moving my open palm towards him a little. I could see the thing had a ruddy brown hue in the muted firelight of the clan caves, a spiralling pattern visible along its length. 
 
 `` Do n't come to me with such things.'' He snapped, pushing my hand away. `` Bother the Elder with it if you want, I must tend to your mother.'' 
 
 He stalked off deeper into the caves, and I grimaced. I could n't blame him for his ill temper: my mother had recently fallen ill with the blinding sickness, as had many of our clan had the past year. Her eyesight had diminished greatly, and my father had to act as her guide around the gloomy caverns. I made instead for the Elder's cavern, deep inside the mountain. 
 
 `` My boy!'' the old man called as I entered, grinning visibly through his shaggy beard. `` Did your hunt go well?'' 
 
 `` It did,'' I replied with a smile `` but I found something strange on the surface, I was wondering if you knew what it could be.'' 
 
 I passed him the object. He narrowed his eyes as he took it closer to the firelight, studying it closely. 
 
 `` Oho.'' He muttered `` You found this on the surface, for certain?'' 
 
 `` Yes. It was attached to this spindly rope-like thing. It was a bit like the roots in the upper caves, but darker.'' 
 
 `` My boy.'' The Elder said, turning to me as the firelight danced across his stooped frame. `` Do you remember when you asked me why we have eyes?'' 
 
 I frowned. I recalled the occasion, many years ago when the Elder had been telling stories to the clan children, but I had no idea what it had to do with this. I said as much. 
 
 `` It was a good question that none of the others thought to ask. Why would we need eyes when we live only in darkness? Why not exist like the other blind beasts we see here underground with us? That would be most efficient, yes?'' I nodded, following his line of reasoning. `` In truth, there is only one explanation we have that really satisfies me.'' 
 
 `` You mean... the Dawn?'' I was surprised to hear this from the old man. `` I thought the Dawn was just an old story, something we made up to entertain children...'' 
 
 `` I do. Most of our clan are too young to remember, but my father used to speak of it from time to time.'' He trailed off, turning from the fire. We stood for a while in silence, as the tale of the Dawn ran through my memory. A world in brightness and abundance, lost to time. 
 
 `` I still do n't see what that has to do with this.'' I said at length, motioning towards the object still esconced within the Elder's hand. 
 
 `` This?'' the Elder raised it in front of him, turning it slowly. The spirals upon its surface formed a delicate harmony with the motion. `` My boy, I believe this is our world rising.'' 
 
 `` Rising? What do you mean?'' 
 
 `` Rising, to greet the Dawn.'' 
 

