“...A huge moon the color of polished copper looked out the window. Oleg looked at her for a long time. So long that he began to think he could see currents in a thin layer of atmosphere that had blurred the edges of the reddish disk and obscured the dark spots of the lava seas with haze. The small moon, gray and inconspicuous, had already set, as if it was unbearable for it to share the sky with its brilliant rival. “Can’t stop admiring it?” – Dana asked, standing up to adjust the pillow. - That's it! This is not earthly for you. Just look for one like ours...”