I was lost, but suddenly I found myself,
and I realized:
I hate the stars.
Sounds foolish, doesn't it?
Okay. Let me explain myself.
So…
I once stared into a well, hoping to see something—anything.
But what I saw… was stars.
And fools like me…
We peer inside, thinking we can pull them out.
I fell in.
Let me break it down.
So, in conclusion, I think of them as a daily reminder that we are small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
Like worms in the presence of greatness and grace.
A grand world that I know I will never fully experience.
Just reflections on black water. Nothing more.
What did i forget?
Ah yes, the privileged kids.
Those who mistake spotlight for starlight.
Born with mirrors in their hands, and having the audacity to believe that they shine brighter than the actual stars.
But they never look into those mirrors.
Self-reflection? Please.
That would mean facing themselves.
And we can't have that, can we?
Spoiled brats with glitter for brains.
Fools like that should just go and freaking…!
But never mind…
Anyway, back to the part where humanity disappoints me.
WE will NEVER be able to reach the real stars
unless we abandon what we are, and transform into something no longer human.
But if you stay a rabbit in a pit, like the rest of the world, you'll never reach the stars.
You'll only see their reflections in the well.
What does a rabbit do?
A rabbit doesn't look up.
It doesn't ask questions.
It multiplies.
It obeys.
And when the hook comes… it freezes.
So, then…
Is there something I despise even more?
Yes.
The moon.
You ask, how can I not like it?
Alright. I will explain myself, once again.
"Within the solar system, it is the largest and most massive satellite in relation to its parent planet." But that's common knowledge, anyway.
When we look at the moon in the night sky, we feel more at peace, and we become entranced by its sheer beauty. At least, the sane people do.
Am I sane?
Hell no.
Mad?
Of course.
But isn't that what you came for?
Hahaha…
Call me crazy, just make sure you're listening when I speak.
The moon?
Just a dull, lifeless rock draped in deception, pretending to shine.
Why?
That's because the truth hides behind a black veil—night itself.
When the day restarts, this magical feeling fades away like it never existed, giving false hope and expectations.
The moon, bathed in stolen light from the sun—which is, by nature, captivating—tries to sell us lies.
It's dangerous.
Filthy, even… Moonlight? A lie.
Simply "the trickster of the universe"—that's what it should be called.
A scam.
It still gives me goosebumps.
Present every night, it glances down at you from above.
So, DO NOT TRUST THE MOON.
And more importantly, do not trust the people who resemble it, as I did.
They can also deceive you and take advantage of your good nature—if you have one to begin with…
They can, and they will, devour your dreams.
The best part? We hopeless idiots, even knowing the truth, simply continue to fall for the same trap every single time.
Why?
Simple.
We are weak.
Foolish.
Pathetic, even.
...…..
Now…
Who am I?
Did you have to think of such a stupid question?
I am simply the guy that has to remind you that there are plenty of moons and stars in this world, and you can't do anything about it.
It sucks, doesn't it?
Am I not just that evil, for simply informing you?
Ha…
Now you know the truth, and you will suffer for it,
like I did.
What am I?
A star? A moon?
Or something else—more sinister?
Ask me again when the sky bleeds.
And yes, YOU are also deceived.
The people who resemble the moon were feeding you misinformation and lies all this time.
If you don't believe me, you are already their slave.
Look at the moon.
Look at the people.
Look at YOUR world.
UNDERSTAND !
This world is a big trap.
Their words are like poison dipped in honey.
Them? Fishermen.
You? A stupid fish—ready to be eaten, or just bait to be exploited.
Do NOT mistake the hook for salvation.
Who are they?
Who is your moon?
Family? Friends? Politicians? Corporations? Society?
Who knows?
Find the answers by yourself.
Am I obligated to tell you everything?
If you think you have all the answers, you are simply a fool who can only understand things at a surface level.
I am also deceived, but the thing that sets me apart from those idiots is that I at least know and acknowledge my truth.
I am also not a snob who thinks I am all-knowing.
Or am I?
Anyway.
You know what's funny?
It works every time.
I get tricked—knowingly.
It's infuriating.
I know it's an illusion.
THEY make sure I remember.
The moon and the stars do exist, and they are the ones that move the universe.
How do I know that?
I see them do it every night.
In fact, every time I raise my head and look up at the sky.
They also whisper.
They tell lies.
I want to help.
But I can't…
It's because I am also trapped in this illusion.
Not only that—I am also forced to protect this illusion that the moon made.
My dreams and ambitions bind me because,
How can you be a dreamer if you don't look up to the sky and dream?
An obligation that binds me.
That I have to keep it safe!
Fortunately, this obligation is no longer mine.
However, the day I was released was the day my world died.
That was impossible, I thought!
That exact moment, something cracked inside me, and I snapped…
I hate the moon and the stars.
So that day, my world cracked, and I was left with nothing.
Only the moon staring at me from above.
The moon whispered,
YOU POOR CURSED CHILDREN,
CHILDREN OF THE HOOK.
An echo reaching The Dimension of You…
Then,
.
No senses,
No pain,
No world,
.
ONLY
. . .
Lucidity
.
Illusion
.
Death.
. . .
The echo of truth to linger.
WELCOME, CHILD.
-Solivagus
I AM THE ECLIPSE