There was once a madman who had fallen in love with the moon.
He used to be scared of the darkness, but she was his comfort. She was his light.
But then, after a month, the moon disappeared from the dark blue sky. Only the sight of the stars greeted the madman that night. His beloved — she was nowhere to be seen.
The madman thought the moon must have gotten tired of him too And had decided to leave him, Just like everyone else had done before her.
The madman didn’t want to be in love with the moon anymore; it would only make him suffer and he didn’t want to suffer.
But then, a week passed and as he looked up at the sky, He thought he saw her — it had been only a glimpse of her luminous, pale skin. Yes, it was only a glimpse of her, but it made his heart beat so fast...
At that moment, the madman understood that he was in love and that he couldn’t deny his feelings for the moon anymore.
She was the light to his darkness, his hope against all fears.
Dazzling was the bright half-face of the moon. But the other half — it was completely dark. ‘Beautiful, sweet, charming moon! What have they done to you?’
The madman now knew why the moon had left him before: She had been fighting his own battles. She had defeated his own fears. She had defeated darkness. The madman decided he wanted to fight too.
He felt the urge of touching the white skin of his beloved, To reassure her that, as she was his savior, he would be her hero too.
And up on an unicycle, he felt his heart flutter and then wander, lost in the beauty of the moon before his eyes.
Up on the unicycle, his feet left the ground. He was flying!
And every week, he would fly for her, He would reach for her up on his half-broken, yet half-alive unicycle, Just to lift her spirits.
And he now knew that, As long as she’d be by his side, He would never be afraid of the dark again.