He looked for his friend in the woods. She was gone. He saw a tree and climbed up its trunk. He fell through a hole, down, down. There, the moon had a cold smile and glaring eyes. It was very near, and drew closer.
The people in the town did not want to believe it. They paid it no mind, except to prepare for a festival of the moon.
He kept going to the forest. The girl had been kidnapped and died. Her father blamed him, and hurt him. To get free, he had to kill the father.
In the mountains, a man had died from the cold. He asked him to bring him back to life. The man offered his home and everything he possessed. He did not bring the man back.
He continued to the lakeside. There stood a mother. She had lost her children. She would not speak to him. She just stood there and stared across the lake.
He looked up at the moon, drawing ever nearer, and saw the Mask Child. The Mask Child stood upon the moon and danced and clapped his hands.
He then went to the valley. There were lots of bones there. They accepted him and told him to be with them. He could not stay very long.
Then he went to the moon. He sat there with the Mask Child upon the moon as it crashed into the earth. They stood upon the moon and watched the world end.
Then he looked for his friend in the woods. She was gone. He saw a tree and climbed up its trunk. He fell through a hole, down, down. There, the moon had a cold smile and glaring eyes-