GEN

“She was the moon. Flawed, like everything else in existence, but so easy it was to forget that when you only saw her from down below, eliminating your darkness with the hope that surely, if an ecjantantress like her existed, so did goodness. But if I were to be consumed by her–if I were to explore her, she’d have not so much as oxygen to provide, nor a soul to wander with through her eternal barren grounds. I’d suffocate in the very darkness she shielded me from…from afar. Where I was safe from any truths I chose not to accept. It was fine. Let me be selfish. I care not for her loneliness or isolation, because from where I stand, she’s too beautiful to see any other way. She is the moon.”