The Ossuary Moon
We’ve all heard tales of the moon being made of cheese, but what if it were made of bones? Bone fragments. Bone dust. Partial skeletons from animals we have no name for, no knowledge of. What if the moon were made of bones? I confess that before the expedition I would have regarded such a question as the childish fancy of an unstable mind, and perhaps it would have been better for me had I remained ignorant. There are truths which do not enlighten mankind but diminish it, truths so vast and malignant that the human intellect recoils from them as flesh recoils from flame. I know this now. I know it because I have walked upon the moon, placed my hands upon its ancient white soil, and discovered that the pale dust clinging to my gloves was not dust at all. There were seven of us aboard the Orpheus when we descended into the crater designated Marius-17, a nameless wound upon the far side of the moon where orbital surveys had detected a cavern extending farther beneath the surface than our...