Long strands of dark brown hair fall across his shoulders, two stray strands on the sides of his face. The moon hit his skin like a delicate lover, his eyes dark despite the glow. He mumbles something in a contemplative manner, now not so much talking to himself, but really just thinking so hard his thoughts spill over his lips.

This boy, now barely reaching adulthood, is Dib, and he's not thinking about much.

It's what he always thinks about.

Just not in the same way anymore.

And that suits him fine.

No more alone that he ever was, but never lonely. He always will have that one defining moment, the one that really changed everything. He has the mystery of the sky above him. These two things keep him together, chaos and a loose sense of something never changing.

An individual star can be so infinitely far away from its neighbor, but still shine as brightly. He decided to shine no matter what, or who would be in his way.

To the last moment, the only constant thing his vision could make out were those eyes.

They haunt him, and they keep him alive.

They dot every star in the sky, from the moon, to the sun, to every blade of grass and every subtle movement in the atmosphere.

It wasn't going to be too much longer.

His breathing is now soft and shallow, his body curling and tightening.

The world pulsated and glowed around him, and he knew it wasn't the moon.

His pupils widened under the darkness of his dark purple overcoat, with the black corset like backing.

Under his breath, one word echoed and trembled throughout his whole entire being.

Zim