They are like scars, growing vertically and horizontally, emitting a darkness that is different from the bright moonlight.
You don't know where you are, but you know that you are very close to this bright moon, so bright yet so soft, so huge yet so distant. You want to reach out and touch it, but it seems that you are always just a foot away.
So close, yet so far out of reach.
You stared at it in trance, without speaking or moving, just staring at it.
Suddenly the mutilated parts disappeared, and you seemed particularly panicked.
You can't see your own panic, but I, who came from another world, saw it - so panicked, so scared. That was your most direct emotion, the first time it appeared so clearly on your face. You opened your mouth and breathed rapidly, as if you were drowning, and a pair of green hands were tightly pressed on your chest. I seem to hear your violent heartbeat. I don't know what you are afraid of. I only know that this is the only time I see you look so panicked, and it will probably be the last time.