It has been a long time since I have had the glorious moon shine upon my face. Oh how I have missed it. It is not the day I miss, no the sun was glaring and awful, no offense Apollo. If you looked into the sun, it blinded you and your vision was blurred by tiny black dots for several moments afterward.
The moon on the other hand, the moon was bright and beautiful. You could stare all night at the moon, and it would never get old. The moon shines upon your face as gentle as a kiss.
For centuries I've been trapped in a nothingness, not alive and unable to see what I love most. But now I am back, alive as much as I can be. Trapped in this body who seems to enjoy the night as much as I. I am glad I waited for this body. It suits me well.
Now Nemesis, Atropos, Lachesis, Clotho. Come say hello to your mother. She has missed you.