The sun was already starting to rise, and I was ready. Now, I shall tell you of my travels. Have I told you that it took me exactly one Metonic cycle to finally touch the moon's surface? It was a moment not to be forgotten. Yet, before we get to that, I shall tell you how I ended up at my destination, as promised.
I had told no one of my plan; it was a secret no one would know about. At the crack of dawn, I left my lovely (or at least I thought it was) home, leaving my young fratapets to care for themselves. I did not feel even a tiny bit of worry when I set off on my journey, in fact, not even once did I look back.
My planet, named Falcetto by my ancestors, was a tiny one. Yet, it wasn't as tiny as the moon – it was an inch wider. I had no trouble traveling by foot to the edge of Falcetto, for I had already been there before. Once I reached the hanging edge, I look down and saw the jagged darkness that awaited me, if ever I fell. You see, unlike all other heavenly bodies – as I eventually found out – Falcetto was (and still is) flat.