Midnight. Had it not been for the swoop of bats and the occasional whoosh of a passing car, the graveyard would have been quite deserted. But it would serve his purposes well enough. Content to be alone, Saïx rested his back against a tombstone, directing his golden eyes to the star-speckled nighttime sky.

And there it was.

The lamp of wayfarers. The eye which watched thieves and lovers, murderers and innocents, sleeping people, dreaming people, people lurching awake from nightmares of crawling shadows and clammy skin. In this world, it took the form of a ghostly orb which plied the heavens. It was simple and round and distant and unutterably beautiful, and seeing it, Saïx felt his blood stir within him, humming a lycanthropic melody as it whistled through his veins., he told it, and the world around him echoed the word. The urge slowly weakened. Finally it faded away entirely. Pleased, Saïx resumed his vigil, looking heavenward once again.

On the whole, he rather liked the shape of this one. As a connoisseur of heavenly bodies in all shapes and sizes, he appreciated the visual dynamics of a simple and eloquent sphere, arcing its way through the skies, day after clear day and night after misty night. As far as aesthetics went, this was one of the finer specimens he had seen. He had slipped out to this planet on previous nights, simply to admire over a greater span of time the way it waxed and waned, growing from crescent to gibbous to full, the way it gleamed golden or shimmered a metallic, ethereal silver.

But could it really hold a candle to his own moon? To the shining, heart-shaped beacon whose soft yellow light shone in his magic, gleamed in his dreams?

He considered the question. A breath of night air drifted across his skin. Savoring it, relinquishing his senses to it, Saïx closed his eyes.

And there it was, as bright in his mind's eye as ever it was in life – the moon, his moon, Kingdom Hearts. This pallid replica was beautiful, yes, undoubtedly so… beautiful in ways which poets had tried for millennia to capture, beautiful in ways impossible to describe. But it was an empty beauty, an empty promise. One could gaze on it all one's life and never touch it. Its light was a reflection, its shadow the mere absence of light.

But Kingdom Hearts – Kingdom Hearts was promise and hope, Kingdom Hearts was the brightest light and the darkest shadow, Kingdom Hearts was life, teeming, rich, and beautiful, and strange. The terminus and the apex of life. The sum of sorrow, passion, fear, and regret. The totality of hope and despair… for humankind, for the Nobodies, for every sentient being, every living creature. For all things. For all times. Forever.

And this? This silver disc, could it possibly compare? In the final analysis, at the end of all reflection, it was a mere chunk of rock.

Nonetheless, Saïx smiled grudgingly, bowing his head to the object of his reflections in grave deference.

The portal swirled about him, and he spread his arms, allowing the darkness to blot out his presence, leaving nothing behind but headstones and trees and a lingering sense of emptiness. For days afterward, visitors to the graveyard felt a vague sense of disquiet, a greater awareness of hopelessness, when they stood on the spot which he had vacated. The place had been touched by an aberration, a sentient profanation against existence, a bit of the Void come to life, as it were. It was no wonder that they should be alarmed.

Still, untouched by his pronouncements and judgment, the moon shone on undeterred; conscious, perhaps, of the fleeting nature of all life, even that of a Nobody's; conscious of the impermanence of even emptiness itself. The moon persisted in its existence, falling only to be reborn each cycle. And Saïx waxed, and waned, and then was gone, never to return again.