" The Eastern winds vanish beneath my ears. The moon cannot leave the grasp of my hand. Speak, little man. I hear many small things. "
" Why do you hold on to the moon? "
" I hold because were I to let go, this night would turn to day, and I would be alone again. "
" Were it always night would you not learn to appreciate the warmth again on your skin in absence? Is faith not enough for you that it may come back? "
" Little man, faith is a curse. A prolonging for that which you cannot hold, and may never so. It is a slow and drying death. I tire with you. Carry your dry death elsewhere. "
" Let me stay awhile longer, would you? I too have been alone far too long. "
"As you wish, little man. "
inspired by Windows minus's ' Fleetwood Mac - Little Lies (Vaporwave remix) ' which can be found here https://youtu.be/aE2ec_qCfAQ
wow love how the size difference makes everything look so mystical. so does the cold feeling. how the man, like a lost ghost, talks to the cold god creature... doc, you should be thinking of a game. an animation or something. it would be a incredible experience
wow love how the size difference makes everything look so mystical. so does the cold feeling. how t
