Once, in a little lost village, there was a boy who went hunting in the dark.
We tell of him because we think it may affect you.
There is a beginning. Big things start small. What do you think comes of the boy?
Is there even any point to asking? the boy once thought, looking at the moon. Is she still alive?
Ya gotta keep trying, he thought to himself.
"Well that's a fine mess. Leave!" commanded a voice from somewhere.
Here are the rulers. Things can go anywhere...
And there is an end of the night.