Cadmium by The Moondig

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On this orchestral mission to the Moon, the next cosmic element on Mendeljev’s table was to be found in the lunar regolith. The Moondig struck the 48th note, and its name is Cadmium. Nestled among the transition metals, in group 12, just before the p-block of the periodic table, Cadmium carries with it both a deceptive softness and a hidden sharpness. By nature, it is a silvery-white metal, pliant and unassuming, yet its chemistry glimmers with dualities: beauty and poison, utility and danger, luminosity and shadow.

In Mendeljev’s grand design, Cadmium resides beneath Zinc, and above Mercury, an odd cousin in the elemental family. This placement endows it with curious tendencies: it resists corrosion, melts at a modest 321°C, and conducts electricity with an almost musical steadiness. It is too shy to exist in its pure metallic state on the Moon or Earth; instead, it hides itself inside ores—greenockite (cadmium sulphide), often entangled with sphalerite (zinc sulphide). And yes, the Moon holds traces of Cadmium, scattered in whisper-thin concentrations, stardust relics of supernovae long past. For every atom of Cadmium we find in lunar rock, we are reminded: it was forged in the furnace of dying stars, cast across the cosmos, and gently sifted into the Moon’s surface dust.

Yet Cadmium is no friendly traveller. Its toxicity is infamous: a silent saboteur of lungs, bones, and kidneys. To breathe its dust is to invite decay from within. For the spacefarer prospecting on the Moon, Cadmium is both a treasure and a threat; a reminder that every cosmic gift carries its shadow.

And still, humanity has found uses for this spectral element. Cadmium stabilises nuclear reactors, swallows stray neutrons like a patient monk absorbing sound. Its compounds once brought colour to the human world: cadmium sulphide yielded yellows of pure sunlight, cadmium selenide painted oranges and reds as deep as the dying day, and cadmium telluride birthed solar cells that turn light into power. For artists of the 19th and 20th centuries, cadmium pigments became almost alchemical - bright, eternal, unyielding to the fading hand of time. Monet’s skies, Matisse’s dancers; they glowed with cadmium fire.

And now The Moondig, with their 48th lunar expedition, play Cadmium into sound: metallic, radiant, toxic, and true.

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On its voyage
of discovery,
The Moondig intercepts
musical messages that interconnect
the various spaces
of the free mind.