Bethany 
Lunaris: This is the story of the Discovery of the Moon. Not in the technological world, where space exploration is possible. This is a conspiracy story about the lunar. This is the story of discovery, science, and the beauty of the enticing lunar.
The story starts in the Buzzing city of New York. In the midst of 1835. The city buzzed with an electrifying secret. The Sun newspaper’s front page screamed the impossible: life on the Moon. Sir John Herschel, the esteemed British astronomer, had gazed through his legendary telescope and discovered lunar forests, sapphire lakes, and most astonishingly bat-like humanoids soaring through the moonlit skies. The people were spellbound.
Beneath the sensational headlines and raucous tavern debates, a deeper conspiracy simmered. Dr.Elias Greaves sat alone in his dim study, trembling hands as he clutched a telegram from an unknown sender. “The Moon sees more than it shows. Meet me at midnight. Pier 117.” read the telegram.
Doctor as no ordinary man of science. Once an apprentice at the Royal Astronomical Society, he had worked alongside Sir John Herschel himself- until the day he uncovered something too dangerous to be known. It had cost him his reputation., his standing among the scientific elite, and nearly his life.
The clock struck midnight as Elian’s boots thudded against the damp wooden planks of Pier 17. Fog coiled like a living thing, swallowing the right of the distant gas lamps. A figure emerged. He was tall, dark, draped in a long trench coat, face hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat.
“Dr. Greaves?” the figure whispered.
Elias nodded warily. “Who are you?”
The stranger handed him a sealed envelope. “They’re not telling the whole truth about the Moon. It’s not a hoax. It’s a distraction.”
Before Elias could ask more, a sharp whistle cut through the air. The stranger flinched, backing into the mist. “They’re watching. Burn the letter after you read it. Trust no one.” With that, he disappeared into the night.
Elias rushed back to his study, bolting the door behind him. The letter, scrawled in hurried script, detailed something far darker than fabricated moon creatures.
“Sir Herschel did discover something… but it was not a civilization of bat-men. The telescope revealed structures—geometric shapes—far too perfect to be natural. Towers smooth obsidian. Craters aligned in unnatural patterns. They called them the Lunaris Constructs. When Herschel sent word of these findings, he was ordered to alter his report. hey informed him to invent fantastical creatures to conceal the truth. The public must never know. WHY?
Because the constructs…. they are not abandoned .”
Elias’s heart thundered. If this was true, the Moon was not just. home to alien life was host to an intelligent force that did not want to be seen.
The next morning, Elias visited his old colleague, Professor Thaddeus Pike, a skeptical but brilliant mind.
“Moon people? Really, Elias?” Thaddeus scoffed, stirring his tea with a silver spoon.
Elias slid the letter across the table. “Forget the bat-men, Thad. Focus on the constructs.”
Thaddeus’s smirk faded as he read. “Lunaris Constructs… These are not the ravings of a madman.” His fingers tightened around the page. “If this is true, then the Moon Hoax is just a curtain drawn over something far more sinister.”
Elias leaned in, voice low. “What if the constructs are not remnants of a dead civilization? What if they’re active? Watching us even now?”
That night, Elias and Thaddeus broke into the New York Observatory. Beneath a star-streaked sky, they aimed the grand telescope at the Moon’s surface. The glowing orb loomed larger and larger until its craters and mountains were thrown into stark relief.
“There,” Elias whispered, pointing to a section near the Moon’s southern pole.
Amidst the pitted terrain, something impossible stood—tall, dark spires casting razor-sharp shadows. A perfect circle of structures. And, to their horror, faint lights—like distant stars—flickered between them, moving in coordinated patterns.
Suddenly, the telescope lens went dark.
“What happened?” Thaddeus hissed.
Elias’s blood ran cold. “Something just…blocked our view.”
Before they could react, the observatory door creaked open. Heavy footsteps echoed against the stone floor.
“They’ve found us,” Elias muttered.
As shadowed figures loomed at the entrance, a single thought gripped Elias’s mind:
The Moon was never empty.
And whoever lived there… knew they were watching.
To be continued…
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