Anonymous:
If you could, would you want the moon to step down out of the sky even if just for a few hours and spend their short time here with you; seeing the world through your eyes?
☥ “I think that would be amazing”, he answered the question, making for a tilt of his head as his sometimes warped mind imagined the moon by his side—-in that very moment, he did not think of the illogical sides of such a thing. He merely thought of the moon, how beauteous it was, and what they could speak of, tell and learn from each other, as if the moon a living spirit, not a mere moon. “Could you make it happen, Shadow?”