Notre amour est plus lumineux que le soleil

Ich bin die Dunkelheit, du bist die Sterne

It doesn't take much to turn "impossible" into I'm possible (That's your dream calling)
The heart has wings ;
I've taken the leap ;
its your turn!

Am I to be satisfied without knowing?

Even children get older
And I'm gettin' older, too

Let us light the way to the heavens together.

In the dream they journeyed far. Sometimes they got lost but they always found their way back to each other,

Around 30 years ago I watched my older brother fight the final boss  CHAOS of Final Fantasy one. I was quite taken by the game watching my older brother play for hours on end even playing it myself eventually. I used to pretend with my friends at recess. We took the rolls of the party members and acted out scenes from the game. It started my love of Final Fantasy that would live on until this day. Now in FF14 we have downed a raid boss that paid tribute to the him. The music and the moves helped me relive my childhood. May you ever walk in the light of the crystal.

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Other then the physical differences the children of the moon possess an innate ability to use magic of the aether by sheer will. Where a child of the sun it would take years of study and practice to become a sunsinger or a sun engineer. We may be able to manipulate the aether with our technology or words but the children of the moon can manipulate it with merely thought. Some like Dusk Moth can even beseech the aid of primals much like she did with Bismark.

- An excerpt from The War of Jewels 

The world was young, the mountains green, no scar yet on the moon was seen

- "In Remembrance of the Moon" Part 1 of the Dusk Moth Chronicles

As she swam closer to the island it faded from view. A simple trick but effective. She had not the strength to make it back to shore. She struggled for some time until her legs went numb and her good arm gave out. Slowly she sank beneath the surface. She gazed upward through the inky depths the light almost gone from her vision as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She started to hear whispers

If one would wield the light they must first forsake it . . . .

You must see the mistakes of the past to understand what was lost . . .

No light was visible now. She drifted in an endless void her body was the only thing visible. Was this death? A dream? 

To be forgotten is a fate worse than death . . .

Try to remember you were a hero once . .

You were her hero  . . .

See what she has seen. . . 

She drifted deeper into the abyss . . . .

I still remember the taste of dust

A plea for help

In the dream he swims through the sandy dunes of the old world. The sands shift slightly as the comes up for breath and a plume erupts into the air startling the small creatures that inhabit the White Dune Sea. He is Bismark the Dune Whale All Sands Part Before Him. He picks up speed faster and faster his heart beats excitedly. He launches himself far into the air and trumpets joyously. The sand cascades off him pouring back into the endless sea of sand. His majestic sounds echo across the land. He revels as the sand slides across his form. He is home.

Wake up. . . .

Painful jolts course through his massive form

Wake up . . .

His eyes crack open in the sandless dark capsule. They are dry and bleeding

More jolts

He struggles to break free. Everything shakes violently

I want to be free he screams at the void

I want to go home

At least let me sleep

He struggles again against the thousands of cables that sap his energy. They need more power. The jolts intensify. He struggles and struggles. Eventually they are sated and he starts to drift off.

He starts to dream again.

Help He hears a faint voice say His eyes swivel open

He hasn't heard a child of the moon in ages. Her voice sounds weak across the aether

Help Us. . .

Come to our aid . . .

You are needed . . .

He is being "Called". He struggles with all his might. Useless he thinks as he slumps with defeat. All hope seems lost. He feels something run over his eye. A small stream of sand trickles across it. The voice is stronger now

Help us and then . . .  and then you will be free

His trumpet echoes through the belly of the world ship.

This time . . .

This time I will not give up . . .

Shiv Her Will Unbending as Ice

Efrit His Fury Cannot Be Quenched

Levi the Beast His Waves Boundless as an Ocean

Muh the Unbridled Steed, Wild like a Rolling Storm

Lunestra The Lost Daughter of the Moon Her Love is Silent as the Night
Maduin The Tree of Life His Leaves Shine like the Sun

Terra The Creator He Soars on Endless Wings
Fear their vengeance 
and of what you have wrought 
Her soul cannot be contained
The power you stole is not yours to wield
Beware. . . .

- From an ancient Moon Child script , Written after the moon was severed in two