Have you ever watched the moon rise on the ocean on a bright summer night when all the stars are out and by their light alone, you see your shadow?
When the whole world pretends to sleep, and the air is thick with waves, and rhythm, and the smell of salt and seaweed?
When the sand is cold beneath your feet, and the breeze brings a shiver, and you startle when you accidentally walk past the water line into a different substance you can't see but which warns you you have wandered into a no-man's-land between the worlds?
If you did, what did the moon whisper to you, my kindred lunatic? It'd be awkward if it spoke to me alone.