Tales of Moons and Scarecrows

The second moon has penetrated our reality and now its effects are spreading throughout time in both directions. As a non-linear, time-singularity event it seeks to retroactively fit itself into reality’s history, settling backwards into the past, securing a place in the present so it can continue into the future. In all of time its presence and radiation is felt. It effects all who are bathed in its radiance. Gathered here are eleven short tales of events beneath the double moons of Earth as people seek to deal with the reality this heavenly couplet has wrought. We will travel from the southern shores of Lake Superior to the Scottish Highlands. We will battle evil lost in Limbo and watch the death of a kingdom when the continents were still one mass called Pangaea. Here a young man will undertake a life and death struggle within a dream that is as real as is the campaign of two armies gathered at an English river ford. Most tales are set within the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, an area of the world I am deeply in love with, but others could be set in Anytown USA, or anywhere on Earth, yet all are beneath the influence of the two moons in the dark and troubled night skies. There were variables even in exact science. Like how quantum experiments could be affected by those who monitored them. The actions of mesons and bosons on a molecular level could be altered simply by the person conducting the experiment. They reacted as if they favored one scientist over another. Physical laws demanded this not be so. Yet time and again results were variable. Light should not act as a wave AND a particle. Singularities should not furnish data that suggests at their very core waited doorways to other dimensions. The Big Bang was accepted scientific canon yet what was before. Time was a constant and it should have always existed. There simply could not be anything that came before time. These were paradoxes. All logical doctrine could not explain away the phenomena. So, something illogical had to be at the root of the query. Grimoires pointed at alchemy. This was a school of thought so close to physical science. The manner in which it approached examination, though locked in the past and viewed as ignorant, in its ignorant simplicity it appealed to Herkimer as an attractive exercise. He had to pursue this to its eventual outcome. An audible hiss sounded from the server, Herkimer had sighed, resigned as much as an artificial intelligence could be to the effort he was soon to undertake.

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