When the Moon Tells You Something...
Darkness.
That's the first thing I remember.
That's the only thing I remember.
It was dark, it was cold.
Back then... there was no Moon.
And I couldn't help but pray, to hope, to wish, to dream, to remember -what the light felt like.
I was scared.
I was scared for a long time, a very long time. And then... I came to realize, to understand.
I didn't have to be scared.
But believing! Oh, believing it was hard. Much harder than being scared, much harder than realizing, than understanding my fear. Believing was much scarier than anything creeping around in the darkness.
So I did nothing. For a long time, I did nothing.
And there was darkness.
Then one day. There was a boy. A boy in darkness.
But that story is a long and dreary one; one I won't bore you with. The important thing is at the end of it all... I wasn't scared anymore.
I didn't have to be scared anymore.
I finally believed it.
I believed in the light.
My name is not important, I haven't used it for a long, long time.
But you can call me The Man in the Moon.
A quick word barf one shot written directly after watching the movie a second time. May be revisited as a full story. Comments, opinions, critiques are welcomed.