Okay, I don't know why but I felt like writing a story of some kind so here you go!
Whilst he was pondering why each star was in its place The moon itself was pondering who this was who was staring at him from a distance for he too was lonesome in the vastness of time and space.
But as Timothy was looking at the moon, it seemed to be retreating into the dark and it was due to this he noticed a cliff over looking a tree which was shrouded in the shadows which were not shadows of blocked light, rather the darkness of the mind but he could not see this tree for he knew not of the darkness of the mind and could not penetrate the veil.
This was the tree where all the sadness of the world would soon gather after their bodies have fallen to the inevitable fate of death. And it was this tree that would shroud the minds of all those who mourn and all those who are troubled for it was the Tree of Infinite Sadness.
As the Crescent Moon began to focus upon Timothy who was venturing toward the cliff, he noticed this tree of darkness and despair. For the Moon was already troubled by the thought of loneliness amongst the stars, when he gazed at the Tree it put him into a deep depression to where it was too much for him and he fell asleep.
As Timothy reached the edge of the cliff, he noticed the Moon's sad, sleeping face and it made him think about himself in the eyes of something so grand as the Moon. Was it he who put the Moon in this sleep of sadness of which he feared the moon would never awake?
This saddened him and as he looked down at his feet he thought he had seem a ghost of a man with gouged eyes. As he tossed this thought around in his head he had noticed the Tree in the dark for he now knew sadness and ventured down the steep slope to reach the Tree.
As he slipped and stumbled down the slope, he fell upon a rock which was radiant beyond that of the Moon in pitch black and it shone brighter even more than the light which radiated from the Sun and as he stared, it blinded him.
Soon he could see nothing but white. A white so pure that it burnt his already sunken eyes into nothing more than a hole in his head. But this did not detour him from his venture to the Tree for with out his eyes he could see the truth of the dark for it was nothing.
But when he reached the Tree he was blocked by a force. As he heard a voice say unto him, "Thou hast found thy way to mine trunk even after thou hath been blinded by light."
And Timothy answered this statement to the best of his knowledge. "Without the light I wouldn't know the dark. With out the dark there wouldn't be anything. But nothing is something an that something manifests itself as an emotion which I have found to except anything else in this area.
Have I been saved from the darkness? Have I been sent to the light? For I dwell in this new found dark. I cannot go back to the light now for I know of the pain of the dark. Is it possible to return after something so dark has lead you to something you seek?"
As the force pondered this Timothy slowly started to see the light. And though blurry at first, he could see the force blocking him was the departed spirit of the Tree. He then was lifted up by the dark and thrust down into the soil. And his last glimpse was that of the Tree he sought.
He feared what was to come but he embraced the sweet separation of soul and body. The soul departed to go to the Tree and the body fell to the roots of it. He was one with the Tree and he had never felt more sadness in his life for he was now the ruler of sadness. He was the only one who would sacrifice his soul to the Tree. So it took him for the Tree needed not a body who had suffered but a spirit who had been drawn to the sadness.
The Moon then awoke for he had received a sign of something grand that was to come in the world in ages to come. A man who would save all the world from the sadness, pain and depression of both physical and spiritual manifestation. The Moon would endure for he knew all would be well. He would see the world fall. He would make the seas rise and fall. He would be gazed at with wonderment for ages till this man would come and this gave him hope. And he felt his purpose was for those who would ignore this man to brighten their darkest nights.
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