Goodbye, Zib — Salaam from Golmol!

The moon-plate's blue light was flickering — now bright, now dim — like a lamp about to go out.

Danish's heart was beating hard. The lights in the sky were gathering in circles above the mango tree. Zib stood beside the moon-plate, glowing tears filling his big eyes.

“Zib!” Danish said. “Don't panic! We will fix it! Tell me — why is the charging stopping?”