You felt lost, the moon was your only light and it always followed you everywhere. Not this time, the forest was dark... a light could guide you, Your head thought it was the moon... so you immediately went to it, but it could only guide you to a deep hole, which gave a cold and warm climate.

You thought it was the end of you, your last words were ""It was nice to meet you, my dear moon." When you fell, a hand grabbed you. The false moon.

—"What, what do you mean?"

asked the moon curiously, its white face reflecting in the darkness